Process of healing poem.

PROCESS OF HEALING

I sit across from her
and discuss the past, present
and the importance of living
in the moment.
She introduces possible action.
Her warmth and congenial nature
put me at ease and I immerse
deeper on each occasion of analysis.
I give more, and reveal thoughts
buried deep within.
I don’t know how to love myself.
The concept seems foreign to me
but she is showing me how.
She sits across from me and fills
the room with her nonjudgmental spirit.
I am slowly becoming convinced
that I am worth living on this earth
and that my self loathing is unnecessary.
“It’s very common” she says and tells
me that I would be surprised at how
many people have the same hidden thoughts.