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At Therapy

My therapist asks me to tell him how my week went I start with Sunday at church I tell him of how I danced in church that day & mother smiled for the first time in a while I was sure she thought I was dancing off my demons I tell him of how the...

at therapy

My therapist asks me to tell him how my week went

I start with Sunday at church

I tell him of how I danced in church that day & mother smiled for the first time in a while

I was sure she thought I was dancing off my demons

I tell him of how the smile on mother’s face broke into horror

When my legs mounted the chair

and my hands reached for the buttons on my shirt

(I believed I was dancing like David)

He asks me to paint my mood

and I paint shadows and the sun by its side

They say light and darkness can’t mix

I tell him to fly into space

and he’ll see the earth carrying light and

Darkness on its skin

I tell him to climb into my skin and

He would find two countries fighting

Like Esau and Jacob

I tell him of the times my body became an altar

For burnt sacrifices

I tell him of the endless oil my body held

and the number of times I starved myself

Into God’s merciful hands

I tell him of the number of times I prayed death into my skin

and the number of times I bring the knife

To my skin to let out my demons

I tell him of the times my body felt unlike mine

and the number of times I struggle to remember

the way I was before this thing started

I tell him

and tell him

and tell him

and he says the mania

has kicked in

Again

 

 

-Thophilus Sokuma

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