Therapy as Alchemy

We all have trust issues And had a dad who died. You are not that special, You don’t get to cry. We all got that childhood Don’t ask us how it went. It surely wasn’t pretty Though we like to play pretend. We all were way to fragile When people that we loved Colapsed before our bare feet And asked us for support. And how could we support them When we had just arrived Not knowing what this world was Or how to stay alive. And now we meet, two strangers Trying to figure out Who has the biggest baggage Who has it figured out. Comparing scars and bruises, Who got the best abuse. It’s like a competition Still no one is amused. Cause we forgot to laugh, dear When mother called us home Only to tell us dad left Leaving us all alone. And we forgot to dance straight From that night, on that stage. When loved ones fought death Without a lucky hand. But we need to remember So we can stay alive. I’ll teach you ...

There’s a piece of me you are not able to see. It’s hard to grasp or describe, sometimes even for me. But it’s real, it’s alive. It’s still blooming each day. The whole world might be blind. It still grows either way. Defies all logic and time. Even space or context. Has a life of it’s own. And I bow to her grace. I might fail, make mistakes, say the wrong words sometimes. But she is strong, brave and kind. Proud and flawless. She shines. Makes me humble to feel how a fragile young thing Could gain such a power, overcome any need. She has nothing to prove. She’s just noble and clean. She is whole, brave and strong. Even sees through your lies. She sees everything clear with eyes closed at all times.  Still there’s one thing to learn. That we are just one piece. There is no one more strong. There is no part that’s weak. Stupid mind breaks us up. I am her. I can see.