Dream Scribe

Open Dialogue.

I couldn't stop talking
I talked obsessively up one side of a problem and down the other
then I shook it inside out
but the shit wouldn't dislodge
that's when I realized
I had to let the expert in
once upon a while
once a week
every now and then
they let me talk
they controlled me
they abused me
they confused me
they dumped their shit on me
they power-tripped all over me
I never trusted ANY of them

they let me talk
occasionally they'd give me something brilliant - like love or non-judgement
so I opened my window of pain
Five inches wide

The Therapist

The-Rapist