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Therapy Sessions
Taking a step beyond the bitterness,
Holding gas to my identity,
Each moment of the past,
And then...
Reaching into the future,
And then...
Possibly escaping the chains that bind me,
Holding fast to my identity,
You can not escape reality!

Serpents dwell in my bloodstream,
Especially during the night,
Searching for reality,
Sadly some families decay like the skin of a leper,
I see through the dark clouds of the storm,
Only how long will. Is that last?
Next suddenly I feel,
Sadness lifting!
© William Stephen Foos