I can’t talk, because I need so much more support than you can give me.
I can’t talk, because 50 minutes is hardly enough to combat an entire week of existing.
I can’t talk, because the connection I have with you is so fragile, it will fade right away.
I can’t talk, because the pain is mine to deal with on my own, so I will leave it in my territory.
I can’t talk, because it will just make me feel more alone beyond the session.
I can’t talk, because I’m afraid that talking about it will only make me feel worse, not better.
I can’t talk, because the framework that therapy offers is not enough to hold the ocean within me.
I can’t talk, unless you convince me this is safe for me.
I can’t talk, unless I know that the pain can be soothed.
I can’t talk, unless I know you can help me with the pain I hold.
I can’t talk, so I just pass the precious, limited time with idle chatter.
And take everything home with me where I cry on my own.
