poem

[angel with wings]

this is a poem, that I did not write. but I gave it to my T, as a thank you.

oh, the comfort of feeling safe with a person: having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but to pour them out just as they are, chaff and grain together, knowing that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness, blow the rest away.