Therapy
"Lie back,
close your eyes,
express where you find yourself,
your journey and your first encounter."
Winter, yes, that's right... I was young, no more than three or four I was making faces in the glass, you know, condensation in the car, watching the curb relentlessly keep up, Fading voices in front.
All seems rather familiar.
Out of the darkness,
a grand looking place,
The fog lights bouncing off the walls, looking up at my mother, let's get it over and done with as she opens the passenger door,
My feet push onto the gravel,
I forget something, I turn back and grab... Leather?
No, something missing...
I remember the shine around a large table, lots of people, it's deafening,
I crawl off my chair to the ground, surrounded by legs and silk,
I could probably guess my father's feet,
I felt proud as "away" he ushered...
A blue light from the outside, It's down the stone steps towards the pond, grown-ups are distracted,
I'll sneak by the shoes and glamour to get to the water feature,
must have been the reflection of the moon then I see her...No
...This cannot be expressed Doc!
Do you see?
Every word said has the effect,
the consequence... "How do you mean?" Forcing depths to ascend becomes... "Nonsense, do carry on."
...Very well then,
Even now knowing what I know, I'm drawn to her like a moth,
the ghostly figure.
I am being led into the woods...
I can't quite make it out, a ruined house? No, an abandoned church, yes...
I am not alone,
there's children in the aisles minding their own business,
I found myself at the altar...
The ghostly figure leans in, offering an elegant hand, something's off.
I refuse it and, instead,
reaching past the illusion,
I grasp the hidden decrepit and terrifying other
high.
The screams, I turn round, the children, blue! They're all ghosts too?
All their eyes on me...
oh the fear,
the pain,
I am off the ground, stretched out!
Fierce reds cloud over...
Just before this life has ended,
the once ghostly figure shows her true color and lets out the most horrendous howl...
My soul has descended.
A kaleidoscopic tunnel unfurls, Its vibrant hues swirling am I starting a new?!
I come to. I'm inside something,
A pod maybe... I look down, I am grey,
I have no features.
The capsule opens, life's waiting room? It's so clean cut... I am on a platform waiting for my return,
then it happens ... Those patterns.
I am older now, on my knees... I'm holding... A voice shouts from afar, You better call it in, it's evidence!
A weathered key hangs from a leather strap, bearing the weight of engraved family secrets.
I continue scourging the dirt as my partner and I....
"Ok time's up,
I feel we are making progress."
If you would only see,
the children can be rescued.
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