How do you feel about the matter?
What do you think about that?
My counselor sat, looking at me,
while I really wanted her to hypnotize me,
to help me lose the blasted weight.
What did it matter what I thought, felt?
It wasn’t going to happen.
I’d do what hubby wanted, what soothed him.
I couldn’t change me, didn’t need to
for I’d given up ever having my way,
doing things my way. But she asked.
And asked, asked, asked, probed, prodded…
and finally I began to identify how I felt.
And now I can, and I can tell people,
can express my own wishes and know
I have the right sometimes
to have my own needs met.