Wednesday, 6 February 2019

The story in a 4 letter word


Crumpled on the floor in a heap the phone rings and down the line a friend would ask how are you?
You answer firmly. Fine.
Are you sure they'd say, I'm fine, I'm sure,
and how are you my friend?
They'd relay a list of woes and your unselfish heart would
rush
to their aid.
It doesn't matter that you're carrying the burdens of loss,
inadequacy,
loneliness
even when surrounded by a sea of faces because, you told them in no uncertain words, heart wrapped in bubble wrap, devoid of air, I'm fine.
And when they saw your face, despite their woes they say, "you don't look right."
You promise with your weakest smile and tired eyes, I assure you friend I'm here for you, I'm fine, really, I'm fine.
You walk the corridors at work with the don't approach me smile, telling everyone you're happy in your own little world.  You have friends outside of their circle and with that, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine.
Collect the little ones,
I'm fine
Cook dinner for the family,
I'm fine
Serve dinner, clean up, eat
I'm fine, yes , I'm fine, I said I'm fine
Finish the unfinished workload and reload the washer as there's always more
C r a w l into bed and battle your anxieties
I can't sleep but it's fine, I'm fine.
Crumpled under covers in a heap, the phone rings and down the line a friend would ask, how are you?
Fine.

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