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Poem: The Therapist's Chair

My life is cut into chunks of time:
Fifty minutes, one hour, sixty seven moments of
Wounded experiences, of
Hidden revelations, pain and laughter and climbing
The mountains of harsh hope.
The wholeness of human mosaic
Scratches my soul, dresses it in exhausted gratitude.

© Michal Er-el

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