The following poem was written by a client.
You listen without silencing the loud, ugly cries of my pain,
You watch, without judgment, my whole being unfold
The details are still sharp, the bigger picture of me, whom I had lost,
is more clear
You see me, in all tenderness and quietly embolden me to stay there
where I am tender
Where I am simple
You are there, which makes this tender place real, and comfortable
and possibly inhabitable
Somehow, I am breathing deeper now
and writing poetry again.