Chapter Nineteen: Present Therapist

"Artistic words…" I breathed.

"What's that?" Olivia asked.

"My first work as a poet when that incident took place. You see I bought a journal right after that incident and I began to pour out my emotions into it. It was a better therapy than well sneaking out at night."

"Didn't your best friend catch you though?" Alex asked.

I rolled my eyes at him, "Patience grass hopper." I said in a low tone.

"Do you mind telling me the poem?" Olivia asked.

"Sure, I do 'Doc'." I said.

"I was..." i began.

The room was silent as if letting my words echo and ring out. Reach out and touch someone. For once I needed my words to inspire someone to aspire. I needed them to matter.