Therapy

She says I can’t live in survival

She says this as if

Those who by chance or by choice

Travail icy, merciless winds

Don’t carry the sharpest minds.

It’s laughable.

Then,

She states solemnly

That I find peace in chaos

That I need opposition

To conquer,

The assignment she sets is

Question how to master myself

The next time,

She asks pointless, leading questions

about when I last felt truly loved.

Then,

When I say love is sacrifice

She asks then where are your tributes?

Then,

I say, I guess I do the loving.

You think she’d be happy, but no,

Then that bitch says

I seem to have so much to prove

To noone in particular

Why is that?

So,

I say, I have no desire to be ordinary

To be understood is to be too simple

To be seen is to be inadequate

She says, I have no tolerance to be hurt

To be understood is to be powerless

To be seen, is to be rejected

“So you transform

Into the most spectacular, mysterious wonders

Whenever you’re scared

And call it resillience”

Then,

She tells me I’ve spent too long,

In extreme conditions

I should let the warrior and wanderer rest

If I want to do more than survive.

She doesn’t realise she’s asking me to climb

Everest

without an oxygen mask.

And where will she be

When I can’t breathe?

When I do all of this,

And my heart still breaks.

Now, she doesn’t have an answer.

It’s a question for me, aparently.

Since i know everything.