Therapy oh therapy,
what shall thou mean to me?
Will I be attentive at all,
or posture myself with a sneer of scrutiny?

Shall there be some type of revelation or epiphany to
bring me to my knees?
Can I arrive at being the man I once was, unbroken,
the man I again long to be?

From the gallery of peanuts will it be judgement free?
I am not approaching a burning bush,
you certainly are not HE.

Will this therapy set free what feels like a tormented soul in captivity?
Can this fog be lifted enough;
provide a path that I can finally see?

The price if not can be steep,
eternal darkness may well be the fee.