Reluctantly I select one.
Meaningless; set it down.
Bored, I ponder others.
These to the left; those up top.
Angry, I’m seeing red.
To the right with those.
Puzzled, I look up.
“It’s forming a picture.”
“Yes,” smiles the therapist.
“That’s how this works.”
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1.8
your “therapist look”
what lies hidden behind that
nonjudgmental mask
2.3
what will she ask me
or will she ask nothing – yet
wait for my reply
2.4
I trust you and yet
I don’t trust myself to know
in whom I can trust
2.18
I wish you’d somehow
relieve me of this shadow
but that’s not your job
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3.4
misconstrued feelings
I end up defending thoughts
that never were mine
3.9
I want to be heard
or so you told me, but then
you didn’t listen
3.10
not satisfying
agreeing to disagree
when I know I’m right
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3.11
laid to rest for years
you pulled back musty covers
hurts to be laid bare
3.12
heavy question posed;
answers blowin’ in the wind?
or just flighty thoughts?
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3.16
you look down, she said.
yes I am; I don’t know why.
I will try harder.
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3.17
wallowing in mire
wish you could pull me out, but
I know that’s my job
4.12
when things go too well
I feel the need for poison
that’s what she told me
4.13
which poison to choose
self-loathing memory loop
usually works
4.16
walking a thin line
why do I find it so hard
to choose happiness
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5.13
introspection time
I get your words but do I
want to make them mine
5.20
does it matter why
I feel and think as I do?
why yes, yes it does
6.27
what would I have done
if granted a do-over
hard to imagine
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6.28
what will I do now
each day is a do-over
up to me to choose
6.30
So what now? I asked.
Indeed, what now? she echoed.
I’m hopeful. Kind of.
7.22
rearranged my life
or at least the living room
life is next in line
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