nothing new

the therapist is kind
to my
plight. my tears
and confusion.
she's heard it all before,
but pretends
that it's all new to her
ears.
she smiles, she nods.
she accepts
my tale of woe
with a kind
and open heart.
despite the degrees
on the wall,
the books on her shelves,
she has no answers,
just questions that lead
me to my
own answers.
the clock ticks
on and when it's time to
stop,
we stop.
we stop and move on.
a step closer,
perhaps to peace
and understanding.