GETTING OVER

I’m resting up.
Arms outstretched
in bed staring at
the ceiling fan,
sun shining
through the window.
It might be 9:00
or 10:00 o’clock
in the morning
but it doesn’t matter
because I’m making up
for years of lost sleep, lost time.
I am healing from beatings
and letting go of malicious judgments
shouted in public and private.
I’m getting over the women who were
more a part of his life than I.
I’m in a new situation now
where I am cherished and respected.
Where I am encouraged to rest up, to get over.