Whoever you are, come here.
I'll listen.
Let's sit at the kitchen table while the kettle boils.
The smell of roses in the air.
Tell me everything.
I give you a piece of cake.
Don't continue to be strong.
I look at you.
Take that mask off, put it in the drawer.
How does the cake taste?
Grab my hands.
I'll listen.
Scream, cry, stay silent.
I'm here.
I hand you tissues.
Put on the mask again when you're ready.
But showing emotions isn't a sign of weakness.
Proves we're human.
You are okay.
YOU ARE READING
When Your Card Gets Declined At Therapy | Poetry Collection Part 1 ©
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