Sanctuary

And here in this sanctuary,
I wait for you
to listen.

Here I can be free,
to express myself.

No tactfulness.
No poker face.
No ‘professional approach’,
No ’emotional resilience’.

I must remember how to switch,
from one to the other.

But it’s difficult,
when you spend all day
wearing your mask.

I forget how to undo the clasps,
fumble clumsily with the strings.
It sticks to my face,
I can’t pull it free.

I need it off.
Need to breathe.

And will I remember
that this is a safe space?

You are not here to judge me,
but to listen and encourage.
You are not here to be my friend.
I am not here to make you like me.

Stop people pleasing, my child. 
Stop doing that.

And if I can’t be honest here,
then where?

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