“When I sit before you

I often cease to find

The cause of pain and tension

And what lies festered in my mind.

I come to you with open soul

And share the roads I tread

I paint a picture past and present

Whilst you pull and twist my head.

But the reason for my writing

Is that finally I see

That from our conversations

You believe in me.

In my drive to write or teach

I show passion fully out

You sense my desire to achieve

But you never show me doubt.

You encourage me to live my dream

Don’t look back and cry

For the caterpiller is long gone

And so lives the butterfly.”

With much gratitude

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