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Therapy and me: a relationship of three

A word that can have many prongs

and yet a space to sing my song

and whilst the notes fall out of key

within discord find harmony

the space within which freedom be


and swimming here

from note to note

the moments came

when I could float

but come the time to sit and think

to tread within the poison ink

and try to break the weighted link

from drinking waves i

start

to

sink


but struggle on I must to thrive

when all I want to do is dive

resisting, pushing, felt contrived

but somehow through it I survived

and did indeed move on to thrive

to sing my Self awake, alive…


for whilst persisting in resisting

(and in spite of all insisting)

I began to discover my eternal lover

coming back to the irrefutable fact

that only Being

is perfectly freeing.




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