A Slow Unpacking

A Slow Unpacking

It is a slow unpacking.
Trying to remember what is in what truck.
What things are needed
and what is to be avoided,
trying to ignore the one in the far corner,
in the dark,
rattling, the one you are afraid of,
unaware that once released,
it flees.

About this poem

A poem about therapy. The power and fear of it. And ultimately, for those with courage enough, the victory.



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