The Counselling Chair
A
worried mind, a head full of fears,
How
should I be? Do I hold back the tears?
This
person unknown, hearing my woes
What do
I say? How much to disclose?
She sits
just in front in a chair of her own,
Her
voice welcomes me with a gentle tone
A
caring concern for whatever I share,
I start
to feel safe as I sit in my chair
My
voice starts to quiver as my first words are spoken,
My
thoughts seem to scream, PLEASE FIX ME I’M BROKEN!
She
listens intently, doesn’t judge what’s discussed,
Finally
someone I feel I can trust
We meet
again and more frequently,
I start
to feel different, more open and free
She
seems to understand things from my point of view,
She
knows what it’s like to be in my shoes
