They kept saying it was going to be okay.
Ma'am, just take a seat. Someone will be right with you.
Fingers loosened their grip,
Breaths became pants,
Tears ran as rivers,
And my mind went blank.
Ma'am, you can't go back there.
Ma'am, just take a seat. Someone will be right with you.
They never said it'd be so...white.
White walls,
White floors,
White ceilings,
White coats,
White faces.
Counting tiles on the floor,
Have to restart because feet keep getting in the way.
But no one ever tells you how quiet it can be.
Ma'am, please. Please. Please take a seat.
I sit.
I wait.
I think about praying,
but I don't know who to pray to anymore,
Because surely this can't be God.
I wait.
I sit.
Ma'am...
I stand.
Fingers tighten their grip.
Breaths slow down.
Tears cease to flow.
My mind is crystal clear.
I know nothing is going to be okay.
And I'm okay with that.
Ma'am...I'm so sorry.
Hands raise of their own accord
and I stop the words I don't want to hear.
My lips whisper
It's okay.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 7:38 PM UTC
They kept saying it was going to be okay.
Ma'am, just take a seat. Someone will be right with you.
Fingers loosened their grip,
Breaths became pants,
Tears ran as rivers,
And my mind went blank.
Ma'am, you can't go back there.
Ma'am, just take a seat. Someone will be right with you.
They never said it'd be so...white.
White walls,
White floors,
White ceilings,
White coats,
White faces.
Counting tiles on the floor,
Have to restart because feet keep getting in the way.
But no one ever tells you how quiet it can be.
Ma'am, please. Please. Please take a seat.
I sit.
I wait.
I think about praying,
but I don't know who to pray to anymore,
Because surely this can't be God.
I wait.
I sit.
Ma'am...
I stand.
Fingers tighten their grip.
Breaths slow down.
Tears cease to flow.
My mind is crystal clear.
I know nothing is going to be okay.
And I'm okay with that.
Ma'am...I'm so sorry.
Hands raise of their own accord
and I stop the words I don't want to hear.
My lips whisper
It's okay.
