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free verse poem in response to my feelings while leading a therapy group. |
Breathless, I squirm internally I sit in fear Paralyzed By perceived lack Of intuitive skills Of innate ability To see To hear ~the need To prioritize. I need: To ground myself Take a few breaths And know That I don’t Need To know Just what to say, I need To see, to hear ~notice What’s in me And Let go of need to know. |