By Mary Spring, ICPPD graduate, tutor, IACP-accredited counsellor/psychotherapist, and IACP-accredited supervisor
I sit with you and we work,
as we try to understand,
To touch the wounded places
with a gentle hand.
You speak of life and losses,
of grief, of joy, of fear,
And I listen with deep presence,
sometimes with a tear.
I hold your words like treasures,
fragile, raw, and true,
In this sacred space between us,
I hold the soul of you.
I watch your courage rising
as you begin to heal,
The tender roots of hope
reaching for something real.
And though I may not show it,
my heart is moved each time,
By the quiet strength you summon
on your way to climb.
We journey in this silence
with stories to unfold,
Trusting and sometimes forgetting,
how healing can be bold.
