//Laying on my white bed, I listened to the voicemail.
A friend talking sense and love and reason,
Things I couldn’t keep gathered in my own arms today.
I kept dropping them, like trying to hold a laundry load of socks
Me, tripping over them, as I climbed stairs,
All. Day. Long.
Some days the chemicals in my brain misfire, swirling in a strange cocktail of overanalysis.
My body responds in tension and pain
And the mystery of being a woman turns me inside out
Like a wrinkly shirt, arms knotted together, front button holes clinging to the wrong buttons.//
Her words were a balm to my wounded spirit, spread three feet in the air,
Maybe it was the blue of my bedroom walls,
But suddenly I was floating in the clearest blue pool
On my back, a girl again.
I closed my eyes and felt warm sun on my nose, wet hair swirling round my ears,
I leaned back, laughing,
When I opened my eyes, my dad was lifting my weightless body up and out of the water
And he threw me in a great arc.
I made a splash,
Went completely under,
Wet-faced with comfort.
She kept talking.
I laughed, crying,
Knowing I’d have to replay the message later
To hear what it was she said.
This post is part of the Five Minute Friday community. This week our one-word writing prompt is COMFORT.