Sitting in this room

i just feel shame,

The therapist says they’re like me

they feel they’re to blame,

As we each look around

we’re all confronted with an imperfect mask,

To hide our dirt our shame

to all it’s our number one task,

The therapist gives a quick talk

and then it’s our turn,

We’re all on this road together

taking tiny steps we will learn,

That although there’s so much bad in this world

there’s still so much good,

And we’re right to feel scared frightened angry

and misunderstood,

It’s okay to break down and cry

and admit it was real,

That we were hurt beyond horrors imagined

we don’t need to be guarded here we admit that we feel,

No one’s going to mock you

for the horrors nightmares and screams in the night,

Here we understand why you need

to leave on the light,

An hours gone by

the breath in this room dissipates,

These walls so full of their stories

it calmly patiently waits….

 

.x.

 

 

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