Been in therapy for… 22 years now.

Same therapist (mentor) since I was 14,
Bless her heart…

Peace comes from rooms where you’re known,
From those who truly see you.
Rare moments to feel less alone,
[And] painted faces submit to transparency.

From outside in and inside out,
Where butterflies and dust spew,
In a space where it’s allowed.
Here in the place where soundness challenges chaos.

Much like the intentions of this “poem,”
To reach some version of conclusions, But
I have no clue where these words are goin’
So, back to work to help the others stuck in the rut