|April, 2008 – the time at which I’ll graduate,
with a master’s degree in counseling,
I wonder what shall lie between?
Five classes, an independent study perhaps,
and approximately 1,000 hours
of practicum and internship.
What problems will I hear,
what will bend my listening ear?
What grief and pain, joy or despair?
Will I reflect, or show neglect?
Can I “get it”? That elusive ability to be
in the here and now,
to provide a safe place
for the outpouring of your heart’s pain?
What will I do with all that I hear?
What will I carry upon my shoulders,
unbeknownst to all?
Will I shed tears for your sorrows
as I tuck them away and ponder them?
Can I grow, and let them go
as we find the “answers” together?
Who will I be when this is done?
Refined, Defined, void of fun?
I love, I live, I laugh and cry,
no longer worried about the “why”?
A stronger person, forged and toned,
by life’s own trials, yours, and my own.
A counselor, I shall be….
and yet, I’m still me.
October 6, 2006