I’m about to go to therapy,
And I’ll spend the following week as a bruise,
I’ll start to heal as the week goes by,
I’ll hide my bruised self beneath layers of clothing,
Only for the material to be pulled away,
When I face my next therapy session.
I’ll be prodded and pushed into a deeper shade,
I’ll feel like a bruise that cannot heal,
I’ll wish to be a bruise that’s concealed,
But in order for my bruise to disappear,
It has to darken, and yellow, and fade with time.