I Said to My Therapist
I said to my therapist,
“Permission to Exhale,”
I made a wrong turn long ago.
Where angels fled
and my body bled
a crimson colored rose.
And as the clock ticks slowly
My heart would skip a beat
Alone inside my thoughts
Still in disbelief.
Trauma kills the spirit
Brain goes numb from all the fear
For no one knows the answers
Tangled in a web of tears.
Months and years pass by
Gone’s the joy inside my soul
Hardened from misfortune
Hardened to the core.
For in this world of discord
To heal when all’s array
Stuck inside my prison
Left to the smell of decay.
I can’t remember crying
I can only remember the sound
Deep inside my gut,
Longing for hallowed ground.
“Stand up,” she said,
push shoulders back,
Your day to heal has come
Walk out the door
Don’t turn around any more
Plant your feet on higher ground.
Copyright © Kelly Besaw Gallo | Year Posted 2023
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