When I felt like
I was a stranger to myself,
You were there to hold me up.
When nobody was there,
You always were.
You never weren't there.
When I needed a shoulder
To lean on, you offered yours,
Despite your own conflictions that night.
When I needed that moment
To talk, you listened; you didn't
Expect me to keep my happy facade.
When the negative seems to
Outweigh the positive,
You are always a positive.
You, not knowing who I am,
Have done more to change me
Than anyone who does know ever has.
It's always "the therapist friend"
With the most emotional woes,
With the least emotional support.
But for that one moment, nobody
Wanted me to be "the therapist friend."
Everyone wanted me to just be Cathryn.
A/N: Things appear to be getting better.
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Pleasure or Pain? (Poetry)
PoetryI call this my book of chaos; my sanctuary. When the turmoil inside of me resurfaces, when I've surpassed my tipping point, putting my jumbled thoughts and conflictions into words gives back the control I initially lost.
