Talk Therapy

I saw a man

about the darkness

in my heart. 

I felt it

seeping into me

like black tar.

It comes around

when things go south,

and I stop

wanting to play my part.

I didn't want to talk.

I didn't want help. 

I wanted to disappear.

I wanted to fly,

but I didn't have wings - 

not that I cared if I fell.

I had no fear,

which scared me

the most

and led me

to the chair

in front of him. 

We all fall. 

Eventually.

But all the tears

I cried

told me

this was different.

I wasn't ready for it.

He said, "It's good to want things".

He listened. 

He saw the pain, 

but he didn't try

to take it away. 

He said, "It's okay to feel how you feel."

He believed me

without lengthy explanations.

He made connections

I didn't have to map out.

He understood

what this was all about. 

Then, the magic happened. 

He said,"Grief comes from love."

And like a blink of an eye,

the darkness lost the war.