the nice doctor
glared sympathetically
through his circle lenses
before explaining
my departure was the doings
of a coma.
a two.
year.
coma.
that was the hardest thing to hear,
mother,
i was apart for so long
but i felt much better
in your arms again
but my grip in your hug
fell loose and limp
as i saw father again
at the end of the bed.
YOU ARE READING
Okay.
PoetrySometimes to know it's okay can be the hardest thing you have to do. But no matter how it may seem, just remember it's true. ____________ Lowercase intentional. I'll let you decide which parts of the story is true and not.
