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I have sat for many hours Opening my soul to you Listening with my heart To your wisdom, wishing you were my mom Now you are gone And I am alone again The pain is still hurting But I can no longer listen to your voice I didn’t want you to go I wanted to be your child Although I understand You needed to retire to find a new life The children inside my mind Weep for you every day I sit alone in my room And allow their despair to wash over me After all the years Of telling you my heart I can no longer reach out to you And that hurts me to the core of my being You could die And I would never know I could die And you would not care when or why I wish I could see You just one more time To tell you how I hurt But I know you would never allow that You told me once I would not owe you anything When we parted company That I would be free to go my own way Now that it you’ve gone I must forward without you I must remember what you taught me But my soul is pain and so **** confused You were the mother I never had It is like you’ve died I’ll never see you or hear your wisdom again I know I can say All these things Because you will not know I would never impose upon your professionalism I just wish Oh God I wish You were my real mom Then you wouldn’t be out of reach forever I have one more thing I would like to say Before I end this poem I love you Paula, and I miss you very much
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Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
Last Words to My Therapist
I have sat for many hours Opening my soul to you Listening with my heart To your wisdom, wishing you were my mom Now you are gone And I am alone again The pain is still hurting But I can no longer listen to your voice I didn’t want you to go I wanted to be your child Although I understand You needed to retire to find a new life The children inside my mind Weep for you every day I sit alone in my room And allow their despair to wash over me After all the years Of telling you my heart I can no longer reach out to you And that hurts me to the core of my being You could die And I would never know I could die And you would not care when or why I wish I could see You just one more time To tell you how I hurt But I know you would never allow that You told me once I would not owe you anything When we parted company That I would be free to go my own way Now that it you’ve gone I must forward without you I must remember what you taught me But my soul is pain and so **** confused You were the mother I never had It is like you’ve died I’ll never see you or hear your wisdom again I know I can say All these things Because you will not know I would never impose upon your professionalism I just wish Oh God I wish You were my real mom Then you wouldn’t be out of reach forever I have one more thing I would like to say Before I end this poem I love you Paula, and I miss you very much
Paula was a fantastic therapist. She and I walked the long road to recovery from severe childhood trauma together for 27 years. When she retired, she left me utterly alone. I survived though, because that's what I do. I miss her, and I wish her luck.
#therapy#love#recovery#retirement#hope#wish
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57/F/Illinois, USA
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 7:10 AM UTC
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