they used to tell me
that they could help me
i was sat in a box of a room
with an unfamiliar lady
a coffee table riddled with stains
and a strategically placed tissue box
that bridged the gap between us
somehow, i was supposed
to expose my scarred soul to her
even though i could not
remember her name
'i can help to fix you' she said
and i started to cry like a baby
not because i was grateful
but because that was the biggest lie
i had ever been told.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The way this narrative has progressed is totally unexpected and shocking. After all, we cannot take life for granted. Thank you so much for sharing the poem, Georgia.