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
I
notice a change going on inside,
The
fear, hurt and anger seems to have died
Who is
this girl I’ve come to have known,
A more
confident, happy person is shown
I’m
starting to realise that choices are mine,
If I
take care of me, I know I’ll be fine
Follow
my heart and share what I feel,
Everything
now seems so much more real
So
thanks to this person, this stranger I feared,
Just
being there listening, my mind has been cleared
I’ve
been introduced to someone you see,
In that
counselling chair, I found the new me.
© Leanne
Conner 2016
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