I sit in the chair across from her
and I shake
violently
while recalling trauma
she reminds me to breathe
as I start to cry
she tells me how brave I am
but I am still trying to see it in myself
the journey of healing
of crying every single day
many times for hours
crying tears puddles of mascara
all over my sheets
my dolls
my hair
my eyes
tears of bravery of so much pain
that was never expressed
I shake out my trauma my pain
and I let it go finally
I get to breathe and allow myself to
just live breathe
and to slowly know
that it is okay to just live
that I can really just be okay.