“We may define therapy as a search for value.” Abraham Maslow
The Baggage Handler I paid her for the letting go, those harboured thoughts pushed down, now surfacing again. She listened from her somber chair to my every grief, her silent compassion a soft incise carefully drawn. My many wounds released, those neatly folded feelings that have travelled long within me, she drew my truest sense of self. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
The Reluctant Poet 