Fine

Cherry

By Bee

Sun, 24 Jan 2016
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22 comments
 

Not waiting for the spectacular 

revelation

I curiously peel

my surgical gown



to reveal a simple dressing

snaked across the slash of my chest -

all neatly stretched and cleanly

stuck to the flat unrudeness of my new body.



I find I'm not repelled, but pleased 

instead of horrified, as of course, 

I might have been, under the circumstances -

recently bereaved

of girlness.



Somehow, I slept and woke four hours later

to find myself without -

I briefly wonder where they are...

and about the pain -

Thought I might, but I don't cry -

or smile, or anything...



There are voices echoing around me

gaggling goosily, and laughing silly chickens,

fussing, pecking and henning about my needs. 

Trying to feed me, etc.



I realize it is raining outside -

tears streaming down the cheek of a window, 

but inside my head, 

I'm not dying like I thought I might be,

I'm fine. 



Really.

Certificate U
Poem
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

That's good. Very well described and very real. I like how the rain is the only one crying, it's really clever.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks AE.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

smiley - for the cherries,

and thanks. X

Bee

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

This is so reassuring. :)

Submitted by Bee on

That's good to know.

Thanks Philip.

Bee

Submitted by Sim on

Beautifully and courageously written, Bee. The girlness of you is contained in many aspects of you and you are clearly a splendid woman: talented and strong of spirit. I wish you expert treatment, loving support and a creative future x

Sim

Submitted by Bee on

Such a lovely thing to say. Thank you Sim.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

This is so beautifully put Bee, and so positive which is just what I would expect from you and your writing.

Do take care

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for all your support, Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

A picture, somehow of body in post-surgery shock, mixed with peace and relief, and a sense of moving forwards. Good to share. Rhiannon

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Rhiannon.

I kept a notepad and pen and jotted things down now and then - in and out of sleep. It was all going on around me while I was there and not there. Thank you for taking so much from reading. I'm pleased with your comments - makes me feel I got something right. 

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Bee

How well you are coping in a situation which must be a form of grief. Beautifully written.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

Glad you liked the writing. Thanks Jean. 

Bee

Submitted by jolono on

Fine, is fine by me Bee. Sending you lots of wonderful thoughts. 

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

And fine by me, too. Thanks for the wonderful thoughts, jolono.

x

Bee

Submitted by celticman on

fine is good. really fine is better. Glad to hear it. 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks CM

x

Bee

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

Bee

    " tears streaming down the cheek of a window"...acknowledgement of what must be, yet held at a cushioned distance....to speak for the heart   

    Thank you Bee        Marcia Marcia

 

       

 

Submitted by MarciaMarcia on

Bee

    " tears streaming down the cheek of a window"...acknowledgement of what must be, yet held at a cushioned distance....to speak for the heart   

    Thank you Bee        Marcia Marcia

 

       

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, Marcia. And sorry for the delay in replying. 

Bee

Submitted by Stephen Thom on

Wonderful piece in so many ways. 'Tears streaming down the cheeks of a window' is gorgeous. Vital expression, definition of... :)

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Stephen.

just found your lovely comments here. 

Thank you. 

Bee