It Began In A Counselor's Office
The first time I walked in
I smelled the scent of her candles and penciled in meetings
She said speak
So I spoke
Then I cried.
It began.
The next few consultations
I closed myself off.
Didn’t let too much trickle over,
Didn’t let her get too close,
She noticed.
It began.
The letters only intended for my eyes
That hold everything and everyone
In words and rhymes
Boom, ONE word, Boom, NEW line
The only ones who got under the wire.
It began.
But it still hasn’t ended
And I’m not sure it will.
This poem is about:
Me