What are you keeping bottled inside?
When you first open a can of soda,
After it’s shaken too much,
The pressure builds,
When the pressure is released,
Sometimes the foam runs over,
Spilling on everyone in close proximity.
Confession can be like a stream
A little
At a time,
Until
There’s a
Steadiness
That brings rest....
The rat raced me to the end of the street.
Young people filled every restaurant crevice.
Carefree laughs filled the September evening
Where am I?
I lived in DC at 18, left, and came back at 27.
Now, I don’t look like these people.
There’s a pudge in my belly
There’s bags under my eyes
My thighs grew.
My patience shrunk.
Thoughts of my 9-5 plague my Sunday night mind.
The DC I knew at 18 was a jung...
Can a therapist be helped?
Are they so professional
That their self awareness has grown too tall
Are all therapists “good people?”
Are they all helpful?
Does being in a helping profession penalize them from ever being deemed as a selfish?
Are therapists exempt from being selfish?
Does the therapist ever get tired of listening?
Long venting sessions and daily affirmations.
Are they tired of encoura...
