Break the Mirror
She sat on a chaise longue waiting for the big revelation
after years of therapy she still hadn't healed that part of her
that was unconsciously broken beyond repair;
A lifetime of failed relationships and abandonment
had taught her not to trust her feelings nor her choices.
In this darkened room what did she hope to attain?
a semblance, a re-enactment of her past life, perhaps then
she would finally break the mirror of deceit and discover the truth.
He sat there talking to her softly, guiding her deep into hypnosis
noticing the way she wrung her hands as if trying to endure
Upon deeper inspection, he noticed red marks on her neck
when she told him about the gallows and how she was hung,
from a Dule tree long ago in Great Britain;
Past life regression is not easy, nor is Re-integrative Therapy.
When she opened her eyes he whispered softly,
"Anne, I'm Sorry"
March 9, 2023
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2023
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