
There is this place I feel like I belong
where I can see beyond
a world inside my head
a place where original notions
might evolve
An analyst’s couch where once we told
our darkest nightmare,
that undecided frightened look of terror
only for his eyes
later her eyes were telling the same
truths
There is this place where I might shadow fear
to find the words suggest
I’m here …
now.
~
*photo credit – my coffee shop (they let me drink here)
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