Kelly 

Sometimes, 

Most times, 

When I crawl into bed, 

Left foot aching, heel cracked, 

I think about my first hour class 

That took place fourteen and one half hours earlier, but 

Feels like weeks earlier, and I close my eyes and catch glimpses of the in between … 

Ringing bells and volleyball whistles, pink hall passes and panic attacks, quick glances at my phone, Instagram hearts from strangers, and I try to count all of the times that I heard a student call my name 

Ms. Frederick, Ms. Frederick, Ms. Frederick, Ms. Frederick, Fred 

All of the times I heard my children utter Mom. Mommy. Mom. MO-OM. Mother/eye roll 

And as I start to fade into sleep, so fleeting and sparse, I wonder if I am spending my minutes the way I was destined to. 

Or if perhaps there are voices shouting Kelly, Kelly, Kelly, but I am just to pre-occupied  to hear the chants of my own longing, or if they will even still be chanting once all of the chaos clears. 

Will they have given up on me? Lost their patience? Find a new girl? Someone who doesn’t have frizzy hair and heat rash? 

Before dreaming (I dreamt I asked a boy to ride horses with me and my horse collapsed from a thyroid condition) I try to stop the world from spinning just long enough to hear my own soul whisper my name. 

Kelly. 

Just to know I am still in there,

Patiently hibernating, barely a pulse, waiting and still, breathing just the same. 

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About kellyinrepeat

mom, wife, artist, writer, teacher, dog lover, pie maker, who believes that all things are possible
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One Response to Kelly 

  1. Lori says:

    beautiful and sad… love you Kelly… I would like to see more of your frizzy hair!

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