Therapy

The problem is, of course,
that you don’t know what’s up there,
but you are sure, absolutely sure
it is either useless or deadly,

and so you pick your way up the stairs
gingerly,
a dance around things
with no purpose,

until you face the real beast
in all it’s toothless bluster
and make it
your pet.

About this poem

Anyone who knows me knows I am a big advocate for therapy. I went from a place of resistance to becoming an evangelist for it.

Tom