The Therapist – A Poem by Lady Elizabeth Haslam

The Therapist

(Dr Vasilios Silivistris)

by Lady Elizabeth Haslam

Talk to me trustingly of your pain,

And what occurred to make you so unhappy again;

Was it something that happened long ago?

Remembered as a re-accruing dream you know?

Like Coleridge’s albatross lying heavily on your shoulder

Smothering everything but dark thoughts, which grow ever bolder;

Destroying humour and clarity of thought,

Guilt, suspicion and pain, to the fore, have been brought.

Tell me, when you feel you are able;

Perhaps when your world feels a little more stable.

It may take many days or only a few

Take your time; I’ll always be here for you.

After your demons we vanquish, and dark thoughts done.

You will have a release of spirit, your life could be fun.

You will experience emotional freedom, never known before

Just happy, memories you will now want to store.

I will travel with you, on your voyage to the past

However evil and ugly, I will stay with you fast.

Just hold patiently, tightly, my steady hand,

For together we will face this terrible land.

More poems by Lady Haslam can be found at her website by clicking the link here.