Where My Ghosts Come Out to Play

Christine Ray – A room full of ghosts

Brave & Reckless

The room is tastefully decorated
Respectful distance is kept between her desk near the door and the comfortable chair that I decided the first time we met will be mine
Arms folded tightly across my chest,
hands in unconscious fists
Small table next to me holds kush balls and engraved stones with reassuring words like hope and peace and a box of tissues that I do not like to need
Art on the walls is soothing colors
mostly abstract compositions
except for the print of  colorful umbrellas that rests on the floor against the small filing cabinet
This is my favorite
She keeps the office lights dim and I watch the dust motes dance in the open space between us
Where do we start talking about the trauma? asks the kind voice across the room
Where do we start?! I ask myself
The usually tightly barred door that swings slowly open on rusty hinges

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