Back into my own space
My own body
Some things don’t fit anymore
And that is good
Like trying on new clothes
You know,
if it works or not.

And some parts I slip back into
Perfectly
So comfortably
Perhaps,
Fitting better than they ever have before
Like the old familiar friends they are

For a while, I,
Couldn’t see them
Couldn’t feel them
But they waited
Patiently
Unobtrusively

As
Good friends
Do.

– Judi Reed, 2015