The room was cold
Or maybe it was her
Wearing only blue jeans
And sandals on her feet
With a flowered print cape
Covering her breasts
She tried not to think
Too much
Too long
To breathe instead
And give it all
To God
The ache she felt
Tender to the touch
Made her feel so alone
So aware
She reached up underneath
Stroked the places where it hurt the most
She looked everywhere
In the sterile room
But found what she needed
Layered on her wrist
“You were given this life, because you are strong enough to live it.”
Òh, yes.
Damn straight
“She believed she could, and so she did.”
Amen.
Every bracelet she wears
Is a gift
It makes her think
Of the person that loved her enough
To give her what she needed
To get through days like this
When she has to sit
All by herself
Again and again
And she felt peace
About her bracelets and her breasts
Jeanna’ Mead. 7:07. 8.30.20
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