Therapy
I talk about myself until
My little buckets start to fill
And all of me feels safe and warm,
A little eye within my storm.
And with her understanding gaze
I start to brush away this haze
To stand in mortal clarity,
A mountaintop inside of me,
Where for a second far below
I glimpse the paths I’ve labored, slow,
And catch sight of bright birds around:
Such beauty not seen from the ground!
And as I drive my car away
Her words encouraging replay,
And later when I face hard things
Her wisdom from within me springs.
I wouldn’t be this far today
If not for this secure mainstay
Who trusts and so believes in me.
That’s why I go to therapy.
2018
My little buckets start to fill
And all of me feels safe and warm,
A little eye within my storm.
And with her understanding gaze
I start to brush away this haze
To stand in mortal clarity,
A mountaintop inside of me,
Where for a second far below
I glimpse the paths I’ve labored, slow,
And catch sight of bright birds around:
Such beauty not seen from the ground!
And as I drive my car away
Her words encouraging replay,
And later when I face hard things
Her wisdom from within me springs.
I wouldn’t be this far today
If not for this secure mainstay
Who trusts and so believes in me.
That’s why I go to therapy.
2018