“Have a seat, please” met my ears
I sank into the seat and settled in
Its easy comfort lured me in
The cushion was simply too good to be true
It was too soft, too snug, too seductive
The room complemented this feeling of mine
It was welcoming and invit--
Stop. What am I even saying?
There was no way I’d ever have comfort in what I contained
A story that could never be said out loud,
Never shared with anybody,
Especially not to this lady with a clipboard and reassuring w--
What was I even thinking?
Let it all flow?
Here, let’s go?
Little did I know,
This was my soon-to-be desire
To open up about my own murkiness
And to be transparent with any willing soul
I let go of my need to suppress,
And I shared with the clipboard lady
For years and years,
My pumping vessels needed fuel
But that day,
my heart was full
Now... it’s every single time
I open my mouth
And it’s every single time
That I find relief