The following poem was written by a client.

You listen without silencing the loud, ugly cries of my pain,

You watch, without judgment, my whole being unfold

The details are still sharp, the bigger picture of me, whom I had lost,

is more clear

You see me, in all tenderness and quietly embolden me to stay there

where I am tender

Where I am simple

You are there, which makes this tender place real, and comfortable

and possibly inhabitable

Somehow, I am breathing deeper now

and writing poetry again.

~A Client