My counselor says I need to process the old
encumbrances hushed away in the closet.
Like unopened malicious gifts biding their
time to take a bite, weigh me down.
My counselor says I need to experience
the old maniacal memories hushed away
in the closet. As if I need to reopen old
wounds with fresh swords gilded with hope.
My counselor says I need to acknowledge
and accept the old tedious ways that left
me broken. Like telling an injured man
to accept a broken femur after the
sledgehammer makes contact.
My counselor says I need to feel all the old
scabs that have taken root. It hurt like hell the first time around, so I’m not sure
I’m up for seconds.
©️ Benjamin Thomas
https://onlyrealhelp.com This is a profoundly moving and painfully honest piece. Reopening old emotional wounds and trying to process accumulated pain can feel like an impossible battle for ordinary people. It’s a vital reminder that true healing and finding strength shouldn’t be faced in complete isolation. We deeply need more compassionate, understanding communities where individuals can share their weights and find real hope. Thank you for such a brave and comforting poetic perspective!
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