William Hromada

Therapy Helps Me Breathe

 

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.