I wrote this while out of the country on holiday, during my summer therapy break. I felt my therapist’s absence even more keenly due to the physical distance, and these words just came into my mind one day, as I thought of her. The concept of a house or a home as a metaphor for therapy arose quite early in my time with her, and it is a metaphor that has often appeared within my dream imagery as well. In so much as the words came unbidden, I think of them as a sort of ‘free-association-by-poetry’ whose meaning, particularly in the second verse, is still to be explored – any interpretations are welcome!
September 16, 2015 at 3:03 pm
Your words are beautiful, the analogy really works. I think you are a wonderful poet! Take care. X
October 1, 2015 at 9:45 pm
Thank you so much! 🙂 x
June 15, 2016 at 7:58 pm
I love this! It perfectly describes how I feel about my therapist too. Now I miss her even more. 😦 12 more days before I see her again… Agony.
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