Tuesdays in my Therapist’s Office
I unfocus my eyes, hold my breath, and shove down the grimy truth.
I can not seem to find the valve to release what some part of me knows.
I don’t muster up the courage to search.
I pull armor down over my most vulnerable parts, tucking away all the soft white underbelly of me.
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Good description of the experience
I felt reluctance and self-protection in these lines, thanks for sharing!
Nice, well said.