Therapy Bits

In silent rooms where truths unfold,
Where hearts speak soft, yet brave and bold,
You held the space, the quiet ground,
Where lost parts of myself were found.

No judgments cast, no need to hide,
Just breath and time, and you beside.
You saw the storms behind my eyes,
And met them not with fear, but wise.

You taught me how to sit with pain,
To feel the ache, and not feel shame.
In tangled thoughts, you found the thread,
And stitched the words I’d left unsaid.

Your voice, a mirror clear and kind,
Reflects the truths I’d long confined.
In every pause, in every tear,
You gave my silence room to hear.

A guide, a witness, not above—
You met me there with fierce, calm love.
And though the path was steep and wide,
I never walked it all alone inside.

So thank you for the strength you keep,
For tending roots that run so deep.
This bond we built, though quiet, true—
A light I carry, born of you.