first steps.
poems.
today you sat down right in front of me and didn't know what to say
I smiled
you looked out of the window and that was how we both waited for something to happen
until you started to talk, but
not about your mother,
even though you mentioned her,
not just about your father,
even though you try to deny it,
you mentioned the third one of your broken parent pieces
and
I listened and listened
I saw what you try to keep under your skin so painfully
today
you came and talked to me about a thing you never told any other soul on earth
and I noticed how this specific puzzle piece destroyed just all of your walls and
I recognized the little girl in front of me,
still bleeding from what they have done to her,
still living inside this women
still being a part of you
today
was your first time of therapy
and you will never know,
but even if you smiled as we said our goodbyes,
I heard you crying in front of the door, I saw the shadow of you leaning against the wall, falling down to the stairs
I'm glad you're able to feel tears again
you know
this is a development
even though it started with pain