Staring Into the Abyss

I have had good counsel from a wonderful therapist. I had to be suicidal to get on her list. I waited over a year to see her. Only managed then because I became suicidal again. At the start I said "Sure, I've nothing to say." She nodded wisely, then led the way. 'Till shortly I was effusing about the pain I was withholding. The poetry was flowing. We were dancing and stomping. The words were pouring. The one thing she could not get me to do, was express the anger I still have towards you. Suggested wringing a cloth, or banging a pillow. Shouting the hurts I suffered while with you. But I'm not concerned as I've found a weapon. It is of course Poetrysoup heaven. Already it has trickled through to the pen. What a poor example you are among men. For now it's my counselor I wish to thank. She has led me gently back from the brink... of the abyss I was staring into. From being meek as a lamb, sexless....voiceless. I'm an emotional lioness, no longer joyless. I've made her a book of my wee poems. She thinks I should publish, as if I'm a pro. Sure, I'm too modest for that... Or am I? 11/14/2015 STARING INTO THE ABYSS Edward Ibeh's contest.