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May 2
During my therapy,
I have been able to confess my sins,
Expressing the confessions I had written underneath my skin,
Airing the convictions of right and wrong,
Words trembling from a throat unknown,
My heart feels heavier and heavier,
Feeling so grim and bare,

Cleansing the soul whilst I confer,
The dysfunctional tales of unworthy men,
The sentiment of being betrayed,
The moments of feeling afraid,

The therapist offers me peace and mending,
A moment of sigh and relief,
They emphasise on the pattern of actions,
The attraction to **** people
Easy misled by the wound in my heart
Written by
GraciexJones  26/F/UK
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