I walk into your office, scared
of what we will find when we explore
my inner workings, my secrets
of moments and emotions of years past.
You gently guide me through the maze,
the winding corridors, twisting, turning
inward to those frozen memories
that you call denial and repression.
You say it will take time, move slow
You assure me that it will be ok
You let me trust you, grasp my hand
You brace me for the fall.
As we chip away on all those cold winter evenings
when we start out with nothing
and end up with so much pain
unraveling the trauma and the loss
again and again.
You teach me it’s ok to cry
You help me find new strength, new ways
You say I have it within me to heal
To move through, to progress, and thrive.
What you say is true, bold and brave
I move from the dark colors of my past
that once was all black and grey
then to shades of purple and blue
and finally at peace in the soft pastels.
When my self-portrait is done
I give you a hug and a tear
Say you will always be with me
in my head and in my heart.
For commentary on my poem, read my article called The Process of Therapy in a Poem: http://marktulin.hubpages.com/hub/Therapy-is-Like-Poetry