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.
Tom
Quarry House 
Tom, I am in therapy for depression. Your poems are a huge help! Dr. Jim
It is the right thing, my friend. Prayers for your journey. There is light on the other side.