This week the Wednesday prompt is to write an “other side” poem.
Therapy
There is truth in pain,
and in painful memories,
both unable to be avoided.
Can’t walk around them,
have to go through them,
if one wants to get to
the other side.
A year of therapy
and now, for me,
I merely wish to be
seduced by the truth.
Oh, not all in one serving,
just a slice or dollop
at a time.
I need to taste it, smell it,
feel and savor
what new knowledge,
(maybe wisdom)
can be gleaned.
So I sit now,
hopefully,
in relaxed readiness,
defenses down,
more interested in
being wise
than in
being safe.
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