the oak doors loom heavy
large gateways to clarity
the therapist will see me now
my turn to lay prone
and stare through the perforated ceiling,
into the light, I begin
a babbling stream of consciousness
the trees providing counsel
when I stop, the wind starts
the leaves rattle but hold on
for every roadblock, a route around
every obstacle, a solution
and when my mind is at ease
and my debt paid
I leave, to experience more
for our next session
~
Photo by Katie Moum on Unsplash
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