Layers

A poem about therapy and counselling.

I must peel myself like the petals of a rose

surrounded by scales I collected

flakes of another person stolen like a magpie

to get to the core of who I am

but who am I?

Under this I am but seafoam

nothing but clouds and the emptiness of air

and when you have peeled me

calling it therapy

god help me, I hope that I dissolve

Reviews

[Chris]

You can't do enough and then you can't DO enough - two sides to a seeming unending coin toss. Surviving isn't living it's being numb on a world level... sigh.