Here, dear soul, there is no need to be afraid
No hidden motives lie in waiting to ensnare
No ghosts drifting hauntingly through the halls
No past mistakes seeping from the moldy walls
No unexpected outbursts lurking under the bed
No blindsiding punches to anticipate with dread.
Here there is only the warmth of love and peace
Assembling broken hearts piece by wayward piece
With the soft reassurance of a ready, listening ear
And the brilliance of truth to chase out looming fears
Where the words that are spoken are kind and real
That your dear, gentle heart may find a reason to heal.
The Therapy of Words 