Sweat runs like a river down both sides of my red face.
Pain washes up and over my abdomen racing to meet the river.
Soft words coaching, coaxing me in this race.
Fatigue embraces me like an old friend, my body starts to shiver.
Fear and pain tumble through me and I wonder if it will end.
Masked faces – eyes darting from one to the other.
Unspoken urgency lies thick, I cannot pretend
It must be now, it must be me – around me they hover.
Quiet
Still
A pin dropping would echo through the room.
Hushed tones, silence that weighs a ton.
I can feel my face pale with the sense of doom.
The thick heavy sounding snip and they're all gone.
Sharp whispers pierce the air
Pause.
My breath catches and I just stare
Pause.
The soft cough that rolls into a cry
Exhale… my heart fractures with joy,
Tears rush down - I lean back with a sigh
Swaddled and snug not much bigger than a toy.
From across the room there you are,
It is done, my heart is forever yours.
Imprinted within me, my favorite scar,
With you in my arms, the world blurs.
Perfection.
So this is True Love.
About the Creator
Bobi Larson
40-Something author with a passion for description and creativity. I have worn multiple hats through the years but always come back to writing. I have always enjoyed eliciting different emotions through the written word.
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