for the light

There is a girl
sitting
in front of me.

There is a tear
slipping
down her face.

We meet each other here-
across a low table,
beneath a large clock.

We are repairing
something invisible
that only she can touch.

We are deciphering
a code
we can only read together.

Every week,
another teardrop
soaks into her cheek

and I imagine
it traveling
deep into her core,

where a small tree
is growing, and thirsting
for the light.

thirsting for the light

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    • Thank you- I really appreciate that. It’s always a mutual growing process for the clinician and the client.

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