The Chasm
It’s tight and stretched out like the skin over a drum
It’s too much but not enough thin
It’s rushing about all frantic while sitting absolutely still
It’s greeting guests who haven’t shown up you
It’s a ravaging bloated too full devouring starvation
It’s too hot while being all clammy dry damp with cold
It’s a pressure cooker of wide open spaces
“You are just fine. You have what you need. It just takes a little time.
There are those so much worse off than you are. You’re doing just fine.
No one thinks you aren’t trying.”
I know. I know. I know.
It’s a squirming. It’s adjusting a too tight collar. It’s a frantic screaming silence.
It’s just fine. It’s just fine. It’s just fine. It’s just fine.
Oh, my sister friend. Praying for better than fine. Praying for understanding. Praying for a calm, cool breeze to blow away the too hot and a warm relaxing bath to soothe the damp cold clammy. Poetically speaking, of course. Reality, praying God sends you just exactly what you need to bridge the chasm, close it up, jump over it, leave it behind you, whatever that might be. Love you much. Email me your phone number so I can call you.