Why did it have to happen in Therapy?

An anniversary is nearing which I wish would go away
Memories of my upset are drawing pictures of that day
A year has disappeared and yet I still cannot believe
That such had actually happened: I'm finding it hard to breathe

I think of my dear angel: how she's helped me through the year
So why does this painful memory keep on trying to interfere.
Could it be because that someone was given the right to see
My deep and hidden feelings because I trusted in her degree

Why would she ever had led me with so much skill at hand
I keep on asking myself because I still don't  understand
I've tried and tried to forget it but my mind won't even rest
Because when I had chosen her: I thought I was choosing the best

I  had opened to her my woundedness and let her see inside
She told me "we were in this together" then it all up and died
No time was there for preparations:it ended  so  ruthlessly
perhaps she has wounded me more than anyone in my own history?

So I've written out my every feeling about that dreadful  day
Hoping that by calling it out it may somehow go away
By releasing outside the facets that made up this memory
I'm hoping others will be selective when choosing therapy