Therapy

She says that she
Is an empath
She isn’t picking up on
My signals

Assuming incorrectly
She doesn’t ask
She is making
A decision
To get better

Might as well
I mean hell
It’s much more comfortable
In therapeutic congregation
Than having
An uncomfortable
Conversation about it
In real life
Truth serum
Is too blatant

No one wants to be called out

Nowhere to hide
From the furrow

Embrace the woman
You’re becoming
And not the child
You used to be

Lest ye burrow

Caught up in wanting
To do something about it
Rather than just doing it is

A contradiction
If you’re tongue tied with
The people standing
In front of you
Who want to understand you
Who want to love you

Help me find the cure for you
Like a medicine woman
Healing every cell
Of your alcove

© GÄ