I Call Her My Therapist

I wished I said she was there in my childhood Really wished I told you I've known her for decades I wished I had her as I grew up in that crazy neighborhood Really wished she was there the entire past two decades But either way, God knows I'm eternally grateful she's now here She's never too busy for me; the reason I still stand strong on this battleground Never gets tired of having me around More than ready to hear me speak Immediately when I meet her, I know she's all ears I really appreciate having had her around for these few years I wonder what life would have been like I wonder what it would have been like without her Who knows whether I would have made this far? The Almighty knew exactly what He was doing bruh When giving out gifts, trust me, He kept me the very best Wished I told you her name, but she doesn't do well with crowds The source of light on my dark days, when my blue sky is covered by a billion clouds The mention of her name, like music to my ear Smiles all the way, giving my eyes a zillion reasons to shed no tear I call her my therapist, someone so dear and often near All I need to do is tell her I've something on my mind Something I think I really gotta tell her and so sparing an hour she won't even mind Some sessions even take longer than expected, than actually planned Yet instead of complaining, she simply tells me she'll be there again whenever I need her You still wonder why I spend a lot of time in her company huh? I love the fact that she always believes in me She tells me she knows I'm different; she says I'm special, but I disagree Even when it's simply venting, she thinks I'm getting better with each session When it gets so bad and I know I've messed up; she tells me I'll get it right in the next session Trust me, she's more than just tailor made; God knew exactly what I needed in this season I walk in and I know she's there for me; knowing none of my words will fall on deaf ears I open my mouth knowing she's actually opened her ears Then I throw in a couple of non-verbals knowing she's got her eyes wide open too Even when my words confuse me, she's smart enough to get what I'm tryna say I'm proud to call her my therapist, The Almighty knows I'm really glad okay! I spite out my raw innermost thoughts and she quietly processes them, even when she can't believe her ears Love being the end product I get, I know she really cares Even if my thoughts are darker than my skin, given a choice, she denies placing herself on the judgment seat Each session helps me trust her more; I still don't get how this Doc is so patient God must have been intentional when giving her to me; trust me, it wasn't no accident She probably knows me better than most of you; this you gotta know If she wanted to expose me, she probably could with so little effort, but no! When fear clouds my way, she's quick to clear the air so cold Lighting a fire, my heart is warmed when she reminds me in her soft voice Always remember this I, God is still with us, your name says it all, and that's exactly what breaks the ice Her sight, sharper than mine, still sees a future so bright ahead of me; this I gotta reveal God knew how bad I needed someone like her, patient enough to watch this sick soul heal Plus, in this day and age, I still wonder why someone so high school would hang out with a tradii like me bruh I just wanna know why she still sticks around, giving me time to work on my vocabulary, so I can at least someday be like her Surely when the Almighty was giving out gifts, He kept me the very best I'm eternally grateful for my Poetry, I call her my therapist and I know she's more than happy to have me as her client