Yesterday my name was dreadful,
Today my name is nervous,
Tomorrow my name will be fine,
I'm fine,
Fine lies through her fragile teeth being careful not to shout,
For she might show emotion she's not ready to embrace.

Struggling to fight the words Fox-trotting across her eyes shut by her eyelids acting as heavy curtains that darken every inch of a room that was once known to carry light,

Thoughts riding in and out of "fine's" brain like ocean waves kissing the shoreline at twilight.

Yesterday her name was dreadful,
Today her name is nervous,
Tomorrow and all the tomorrow's to follow her name will forever be fine...