Poetry time!
I Am Okay
“I'm okay.” I say that a lot.
pretending I've gained all that I sought.
I smile and put on a mask
trying to convince the world I'm capable of every task
I say “hi” and “bye” and even ask how your day is going
They think I'm doing pretty good, hell they think I'm soaring!
In reality though, I'm fucking struggling
grumbling and feeling like I'm trapped
tumbling down again to nothing
I'm screaming from the heartache
I'm slowly wasting away, praying for a break
Each emotional hit is like a new stab wound,
hitting my vulnerable soul, making me wish it would just hurry up and end soon
Don't worry! It sounds bad, but I'm a determined person
Even though I'd rather be in bed right now, dreaming of a lesser burden
I have strong roots, the kind that refuse to let a temporary storm blow me over
I'll stand as firm as a tree when cooler, stronger winds come in October
I stay grounded, reminding myself of God's love
watching the birds as my music takes me to a safe and peaceful cove
I don't want to miss a thing, even though I combat this disease and its symptoms,
I refuse to be one of its victims!
So, I'll keep fighting
all in hopes of me and joy reuniting.
I may not be as perfect as they say,
but I promise I am okay.
