Your Eyes catch on my eyes
but a silent distance lies
Until
I try to find the soul
across the face I see
I try to hear the person
who is softly speaking to me
I try to grasp the human
that I might trust to free me
But
the Person next to me
is like a lotus-flower.
I sprinkle all my water
and it just beads off their petals
so I try it again,
and again,
and again,
and
yet every now and then
the water seeks a fine crack
where for a moment,
it flows in the middle the flower
revealing the heart of the flower
so I see what is blooming within
Then I see it – a soul
that is sitting face to face
Then I hear it – a voice
softly speaking to me
then I feel it – a human
I cautiously learn to trust.
And
sometimes there are moments
when I want to catapult them – not to hurt,
but to launch them out
so I can see them in raw clarity
a spontaneous urge
devoid of any polished allure
The Three Reasons Why
Firstly, I want to trust
Secondly, I am starved by the outstretched hand.
Thirdly, I am lost – so I plead for help.
Not that therapeutic help,
The help of being held,
The help of being told it is okay
I am okay – so my tears can flow.
But I fear this is never gonna happen
We’re just two actors acting
In the rhythm of a session
Imprisoned by the dramaturgy structure
of a therapy session.
