Therapy Bits

In the quiet room, a sanctuary of peace,

Where time stands still, and troubled thoughts may cease,

I bare my soul, shedding layers of pain,

In the therapist’s haven, I am whole again.

Words spill forth, a torrent of raw emotion,

Unveiling secrets, confessions in motion,

Through the gentle probing, my heart unfolds,

And in this sacred space, my soul is told.

Silent tears trace paths down a weary face,

As memories surge, filling the fragile place,

Yet in vulnerability, strength is found,

As the soul’s burdens are gently unwound.

In this session, walls crumble, defense fades,

Truth emerges, illuminating shades,

With each spoken word, healing starts to grow,

And in baring my soul, peace begins to flow.

No longer hidden, the scars are revealed,

Yet in this embrace, wounds are softly healed,

For in the therapy’s warmth, I find my goal,

To reclaim, restore, and soothe my weary soul.

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