Therapy

I come to you spilling my guts with the utmost caution Control when relinquished runs amok like ants from an anthill Crushed by a careless foot not to be regained without Religious attention to detail Every session is a chess match Strategy carefully considered by two minds juxtaposed Both fighting for the same sanity One carefully probing for chinks The other stoic in guise Carefully examining every sound Awaiting frontal attack Neither successfully touching the heart matter the blood source the brain connection Creating the life reflection For now there is no victor No resolutions Only small in-trails Of the past