Therapist and Client Relationship

Once a week I walk up those stairs
Trying to believe I will find one who cares.
My mind is full of what I want to say,
But then I freeze and seem to think a different way.

I want to look you in the eye,
I want to speak, maybe shout and even cry.
To tell you of the battle that's within
Of fears and worries, but how do I begin?

You are always patient, calm and kind
At times I must seem an awful bind.

But no, I must try to have belief
That opening up will give me relief.
Reject those powerful negative thoughts and points of view
They are lies and simply just not true.

I'd like to tell you about my sad heart
But never quite know how to start.
I'd like to tell you about days I feel so low
And every body part seems slow.

The yearning within for what has passed me by
Which keeps me awake to question why.

The need to have someone to care
Is very strong, but then disperses to more of scare.
But the thought that stays way above
Is to give and offer that inner love.

But on reflection of twenty sixteen
Some change there certainly has been.

When negative thoughts and sadness fill my head
I really try to remember things you've said.
I try to calm and distract my crazy mood,
By cooking, talking, writing to work against the inner feud.

Yes many things I've learnt from you
And feel I'm in a better place than the one you first knew.

Tags: sad, rhyme, encouraging, hope, fear,