Relief

A phone call.
My mother’s voice that seeps
With the same relief that fills me.
And when the red button is pushed
And everything is silent
My world tightened around my eyes,
The crashing heartbeat waves,
My first untensed breaths
In months.
A small bright hope
Chips away at
The cloying coagulated hopelessness.
An unwilling smile,
That dares to appear.
Calm. Relief.

-A

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