telling me I can’t report the abuse
that I’ll ruin his life
as if he had no choice
when he used me and here I am
defending myself
to other professionals
it’s sick if you ask me how
they all stick together
like tar to feathers
how they place blame on the victim
how they hold me responsible
I didn’t take an oath to do no harm
I wasn’t making a six-figure salary
to sit in an arm-chair and listen to
an emotional woman who came to me for help
I was just his patient
not his friend
not the one
he was supposed to lean on
not the one who could fix
his problem
I had too many
of my own
they all stick together
while I come un
done