Truth To Tell Poem by Sheena Blackhall

I told it to the birds- the birds didn't listen
I told it to a book- the book didn't question
I don't have a confessor- couldn't make an admission

I told it to the therapist
All that was occurring
I had to tell the therapist
My boundaries were blurring
I went and told the therapist
My thoughts were wildly whirring

The therapist revealed to me
My mind was built on sand
I'd sealed up ancient happenings
Should take them by the hand
And led them from past's mine-field
So I could understand

That cycles can be broken
Too late, to make it true
I had to tell the therapist
Well said, sir, and adieu