Many of you will know that my counselling with Chris is ending on the 4th of January, which I’m terrified about. I would normally be there this afternoon and again next week, but the counselling agency is, understandably, closed for two weeks for the Christmas holidays and New Year. The best way I can cope with the absence of my session today is to write, so I thought I’d write a simple poem for my new, as yet unknown counsellor.
Dear Unknown Counsellor,
I’m devastated and so upset
to be away from Chris
I’ve fallen into the darkness
and straight into the abyss
I’ve no idea when I’ll meet you
Apparently, there’s a queue
Otherwise known as a waiting list
How long? I wish I knew
I do hope that we’ll get on
and in you, I’ll learn to trust
I hope you’ll understand my truths
and not view me with disgust
I write a lot of poetry
and dabble with some ‘art’
It’s just how I express myself
pouring out the whole of my heart
I have a problem with anger
I can’t get it off my chest
I can’t scream into a pillow
although I’ve tried my best
I hope I get to meet you soon
I’m scared out here all alone
I’ve been so lucky to have Chris
and the care that she has shown
*Please take away the ticking
of the therapy room’s clock
It reminds me of the horror room
and the door with the bolted lock
My heart is already broken in two
I have one more week; then, the end
I hope my words are acceptable
and these thoughts that I have penned
Where do I begin with you?
Do I have to start over again?
I think I could talk forever
dispelling this huge weight of pain.
* See previous poem The Passage of Time
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Essentially Ellie 