May 2020
Shrinking like the
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.
The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.
Will rebirthing work
in ****** psychotherapy
of conversation?
face of moon, dark truth slips
from elite height.
The fear of unborn
poem, tears the blank paper
hiding the words.
Will rebirthing work
in ****** psychotherapy
of conversation?
