I'm sorry to hear you were caught up in it mate.
My Dad was injured in the 1961 tragedy and was actually on top of one of the guys who died, and I know it never left him. He was never happy using Stairway 13 after that and though he entered Ibrox for the 1971 game via 13 he made sure he left through the Edmiston Drive steps, something he always did for games v them (other than those games he always stood at the Broomloan Road End). He didn't even know about the disaster that day until he got back down to Greenock, as he went to the game with a pal and a guy from England, whose car they were all in - it had no radio. When they got to his pal's house his wife told him to get up the road sharp as my Mother would be going crazy wondering where he was (we didn't have a phone at the time). I was only a lad then (I'd turned 6 in the September) but even at that age I could sense the worry my Mum was going through, and my sisters were just the same. It was a relief when he came through the door. To think that was replicated in thousands of homes all over the country, and for some the relief never came.
I'm glad the therapy you got has helped mate, and the poem too. I guess it was a release of sorts?
We will never forget the 66.