Specially free

How far can a lie lie? How far can be the outrageous truth wrapped by an insane mind? 
I get to know psychoanalysis, I get to know how it goes,
I found in just one session the consistent root that sheltered 
an impossible feeling of isolation
I found poison in my veins because I wanted to share.
I found that speaking my truth does not make any hurt
I found answers unanswered before
I found balance in the storm 
I understood the prison I was sent by
myself and my naive weakness
supported by a real jailer 
who was not a support at all.
I found the right moment that hurts
I started to bleed and I found my healing.
Now a scar in my soul, which I tell to myself
I would like this would have never happened to me,
but now it makes me stronger,
now another session to fix it
how to make it part of me
and enjoy a newly being born who came out of 
the most sorrowful pain
that was to face I was afraid of loving.
What does not kill you makes you stronger
not colder
not harder
not hateful
and being able to appreciate
how big a love can be wrapped in a free hug 
born out of the deepest feeling of caring and saving.
I found, with some help, so good to ask for help
I found and feel so proud to understand 
I beat it down, I took over it
I defeated insanity
I decide my path. 
"Only special persons are brave to do what you did"
I found myself special ... again, specially free to love.

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