the down the out the lost the lonely
those in hurt those in pain those in need
they come to me they search me out lost
in problems emotional overload their need
I wait I make time I listen patiently
as silently sadly onion skin layers are stripped away
so often decades old problems childhood troubles stay
locked away frozen emotions ice berg deep suppressed
never supplanted with joy happiness never resolved erased
they come to me their confessor their shaman their salve healer
between choking raw emotions are finally life problems addressed
between hung heartache tears are faced first emotive fears
memories neuroses living nightmares can erode swallow sanity
unresolved issues haunting horrific is a worm eating out brain reality
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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