In tangled thoughts, a storm’s embrace,
My mind a maze, a shadowed place.
Each breath was tight, a heavy chain,
A heart held hostage to silent pain.
But therapy, a gentle guide,
Unraveled knots I kept inside.
With words like keys, it set me free,
And taught my soul how to breathe.
The weight still comes, it ebbs, it flows,
But now I face what no one knows.
A space to speak, to cry, to mend,
A hand to hold until the end.
Each session carves a clearer view,
A path where light comes breaking through.
No longer trapped, I learn to see—
Therapy helps me breathe, be me.