Greeted with a smile

And a motion to the seat,

This wasn't what my friday night plans had entailed. 

Brick white hollow walls

Surround me.

A rather comfy leather couch 

Beneath me.

Books fill the shelves;

Overbearingly distracting. 

A pile of mixed papers on a desk;

Anxiously waiting.

A stranger sits across

Jotting notes of my most personal experiences;

Absorbing it in

Nodding and 'OK'ing every so often.

I am better now. 

She made recovery feel possible 

When I felt like a lost cause.

It's jobs like hers

That make differences.

I want to make a difference 

and I want to do it the same way 

she helped me.

I am the shoulder which tears fall upon

After my friends' latest tragedies. 

I am the ear held pressed to the phone

Listening to the vents and rants.

And I am the one whose body is held tight in gratitude 

By the one with quivering lips 

and wailing cries, 

Holding them back in comfort. 

My dream job 

is to be a 

Clinical Psychologist.