Therapy Office Poem by Kat Smith

In
out
in
out
to retrain my lungs
out
in
out
in
were do i begin?
do i start with the mother
who i am sure
has been out of her mind
since the days of my youth
or
do i start with a father
who really was nothing of the sort
dictator is far more accurate
or
the grandmother
i abhor
maybe i should start all at once
let my demons flow out
like from the gates of hell
and maybe ill start to retrain my brain as well
so i let them flow
release
it felt good for awhile
till i went home from the therapy office
and found i still couldn't smile
i took my hands and forced
my mask back up on my face
took a deep breath
shoved all the demons back in
a week had gone by and i was back again