Therapy. Water.
I am watching as recovery comes to maturity in me, mine in particular. The water is washing out a place for it in me. This is the moment. I waited it out. I'm happy. Lighter. I let go the last resistance. Tuning into the waves, the water bends and liberates me. I dare to pour it back into the sea. I am sure of myself. I know that there's enough. I am water. Clearer.