Seeing a counselor

Seeing a counselor

Life has been mixed up like knots of spider threads
Forcing them to untie, tears them apart for ever

I need a hand in this,
Am seeing a counselor,

I feel so guilty to sit and start lamenting about my mess,
Cos I realize every mistake I made in front of this stranger.

It feels so stupid to tell your mess as though it’s a supper man’s story

“We all error in one way or the other”,
“nothing to be ashamed of… No one is perfect
The errors make us who we are,
Affecting us physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually…”

He comforts me,
To search for all the mess I think I have,
In each knot and untie them one by one…

If you,
Have no hope,
Have faint picture of the future,
Or don’t think you can recover from this
Or you wish you were not yourself,
Then we have work to do…
He conforms his position


I wonder,
Does he know what he is asking?
Some, I had accepted them as part of my life,

I know it’s painful going over these things once more…
It will take a lot of time from both of us…
But am willing to try

By Beneth
10/06/2010

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