It must be scary
Trying to find a therapist
Choosing from some list
Will this person
Be kooky or bright
And will one know
What they know
Is accurate
A stranger in the scant naked crevices
Of the heart of the matter.
One couldn’t help but wonder
Do they have some sort of mind power
That could read behind the anguish
Or sort through the thoughts.
Probably a bleeding, commi, liberal
Who turns one away from guns
And gets a person meditating.
Talking about feelings.
What if it’s too hard to get what that is
And feel the hollow
Of the body cavity
Burrowing through everything
The insidious shame
That shadows existence
Shielding one from lovability
If the truth be known
What will be revealed at the core
Will the tears flood out
The stains on self illusion
And will the truth really set one free?
Very true in my case. At first, it is very difficult telling a total stranger your deepest thoughts & worries. How can a total stranger know more about me than anyone else in my life and yet there is not judgement. I wish my friends and family were more understanding and accepting as my therapist.
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