Therapy

I remember the days

Of school clothes for birthdays

And coats for Christmas,

Maybe a toy or two.

 

I remember the nights

Of my parents fighting

After we went to bed

Thinking they could now be mean.

 

I remember the fights

And the fist into a stud

That left fingers broken

But didn’t stop the lust.

 

I remember the words

Harsh and unbroken,

Tearing us apart and down

Into little shells of ourselves.

 

I remember all this

And the wizard across from me

Nods his head and sighs,

And says, “Tell me more.”

 

@ 2017 Valerie Hathaway

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