Therapy Days, a poem.

it is difficult to remember
what to tell the counselor.

what story to share –

what day was had –

when you open your mouth
and find the words
you babble like a child
forgotten are the good times
embraced are days of dark
the therapist gives you a technique
that you nod encouragingly over,
in agreement with the plan
two hours later you have forgotten
what you were supposed to learn
and are wondering how
you got it all so wrong

it is difficult to remember
what to tell the counselor.

sometimes the words roll off the tongue
sometimes we blunder through a session
sometimes were scared to tell the truth

we don’t like to hear
something may be wrong with us
we don’t like to know
we are just like everyone else
we don’t like to see
our life’s reflection
shining back at us
in someone else’s eyes

it is difficult to remember
what to tell the counselor.

But it’s harder to live life alone.