In the circle of new beginnings, I tread, Familiar ground where fears once fed. A therapist's chair, warm yet unknown, Replaces the comfort of the old, grown. She loves her craft, finds wonder in the tales, Of every soul with whom she sails. Am I among her stories of delight? In her view, do I inspire her insight? Changing therapists, a daunting leap, As I navigate connections that seem steep. With relationships, I often lose my way, Wondering if I'll find my place and stay. Would you rather, dear therapist, in the end, Find in me perhaps a friend? In this new chapter, with hesitant pace, Seek understanding in this shared space.