30/06/2026
Sometimes a poem encapsulates therapy more than an ordinary conversation as in this anonymous poem:
Healing – from memory
The smallest cut appears
a jaggèd tear more like, a rip
split red on wrinkled skin
between two mighty tidal veins.
On back of weathered hand exposed
the blood's red deepens, weeps
like lava. Viscously
it lifts, presents as in relief
congealing where it sits
and darkens still to burgundy.
I move to wipe it clean away.
Fierce burning pinpoint sore
beneath the skin the tear
it weeps again
lighter this time
yet still
ineluctably there.
I stare. The flow, it slows.
In time a tiny healing scar
will mark the place
and show just where and how
once forever broken
life repairs.
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People often come to therapy because something in life is hurting and they do not want to keep carrying it alone.