The End Of 18 Months Of Therapy Poem by Lisa AT

As endings draw near, fear's familiar face
appears once more, with uncertainty's dark pace.
Eighteen months of growth, of trials and of strife,
Counselling's guiding light, a beacon in my life.

The thought of letting go, of moving apart,
Weighs heavy on my heart, a daunting work of art.
I acknowledge the pain, the fear, the uncertainty,
And remind myself it's okay to feel vulnerability.

Yet, in reflection, I see a stronger me,
Emerging from life's challenges, resilient and free.
Counselling's tools and wisdom have equipped me well,
To navigate life's complexities, and its uncertain spell.
Its given me tools to manage challenges, to navigate the fear,
To become a stronger person, and to stop those endless tears.

Though sessions may conclude, support remains near,
A safety net to catch me, should doubts and fears reappear.
I'll be gentle with myself, as I transition and grow,
Allowing emotions to surface, and my spirit to glow.

I'll celebrate my progress, mark the end of this stage,
And welcome the new chapter, with an open heart and page.