Prompt: Therapist: “Please we don’t want to hurt you.”

Patient: (Remembering every horrid thing they’ve been through finally screaming) Hurt…hurt me?  You will never hurt me again!!!

In a therapist’s gentle room, a patient seeks solace,
A heart weighed down, burdened by pain’s endless chase.
The therapist, with tender care, implores with concern,
“Please, we don’t want to hurt you,” their words softly yearn.

But deep within the patient’s soul, a tempest does ignite,
Memories of horrors endured, piercing through the night.
Every wound, every torment, etched upon their mind,
A haunting reel of suffering, too cruel and unkind.

Then, in a moment of truth, the dam finally breaks,
A scream of defiance, a vow that no one forsakes.
“Hurt me? Hurt me?” the patient’s voice resounds,
A declaration born from strength, no longer bound.

For within their battle-hardened spirit, a fire ignites,
A flame of resilience, burning through darkest nights.
The therapist listens, witnessing their soul unfold,
Touched by the rawness, the story yet untold.

“You will never hurt me again!” echoes through the air,
A proclamation of triumph, breaking free from despair.
In those words, a rebirth, a reclamation of power,
A testament to the patient’s resilience, hour after hour.

And the therapist, understanding the depths of the plea,
Respects the journey, as only a guide can truly see.
Together they walk, hand in hand, through healing’s door,
Creating a haven where wounds find solace and restore.

In that sacred space, where vulnerability finds its due,
A poem of survival blooms, crafted by hearts anew.
A testament to the patient’s courage, to their unyielding might,
For within their wounded soul, a warrior takes flight.