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