Therapy Session 2
I sat in front of her
Crying
Poring out
An ocean
Drowning in my sorrow
Her first words
Were
Are you okay?
The question I hate
Being asked
And never answer honestly
Because the thought
Of saying I'm not okay
Kills me
Makes me feel like
I'm committing
Suicide
Like if those words
Left my mouth
I'd explode into
A million pieces
And than everyone
Would see all the
Pain I kept a secret
Why couldn't she see it ?
It was her job to
My coming was because
I wasn't okay
Why wasn't that enough
Why wasn't my tears enough
Why would she try to make
me say those nasty words
I hated her
for reminding me
What my true answer
To that would be
I wiped my face
She asked me
Are you okay?
I shed my last tear
And said
Yes
I'm okay.
Copyright © Ceeairra Taylor | Year Posted 2017
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