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.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Been going to therapy because of separation and divorce for about 2 years. He wanted to know if I wanted to quit because I am doing better. No way, I need it still!!!!
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
A very nice write about the help of therapy. For one who wants help and believes in themself it can be a ladder out of the hole of depression. Nicely worded and with good flow this poem expresses its helpfulness. Well done
Thank you friend. I rely on it!!!
You are most welcome
William, this poem breathes with truth…the storm, the chains, the keys of words, the light breaking through. It’s raw and redemptive, and you’ve turned your healing into a gift for others. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you. My friend
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