Poetry slam

Therapy sessions

I’m sitting on the couch
In my therapist’s office
It has large windows
And a pretty view
I watch a bird nesting
In a big tree
You’re burned out she says
Her voice pulling my mind
Back between these four walls
The bird shakes its feathers
And flies away
Leaving me with a sense of envy
All I did was being the fire
That kept everybody warm
And all this time
I forgot to spark my own