I understood it after I walked out on her

The day I recognizing my therapist was a narcissist, and fired her was the day I healed from the trauma I brought to her feet: how could I stop being so susceptible to narcissists?

I understood it after I walked out on her.

“I don’t think its therapeutic for me to see you anymore.”

That’s probably been true

A time or two

Before

But in the flickering lamp

Of uncertainty

Her shadow was someone elses

Someone I recognized

And I realized

I’m cured

And the spell wore off

And the sun was out in London

And I didn’t need my phone to walk all the way to…