The therapy room

This room has heard a thousand stories.
It has borne witness to a thousand tears.
In the daily mythos woven here,
It has become a cave, a labyrinth,
A winding path, a well of grief.
It has been a birthing place of dreams.

It’s just an ordinary room:
Two chairs, four walls, a bookshelf rarely touched,
A silk-screened tree hung crooked on the wall.
Nothing to remark on, nothing strange.
But healing happens here.
The unseen alchemy of the soul.