Okay
The four-letter word
They say
When you’re not
When these bloodstained hands
Are tired, frustrated, and angry
From building walls
Hiding tombs
When this tear-stricken face
Cries rivers all night
Its not okay.
I don’t believe it.
So, can you hear it?
Listen, to the silence
growing louder and louder.
Listen, to the beats
drumming inside my chest.
Listen, to the moaning
pleading for help.
Listen, to the trembling
shaking my chains.
Listen.
Can you hear it?
Can you hear me?
Will it ever stop?
The hurt runs too deep;
The pain cuts too hard
Make it stop.
Someone, anyone.
Please, help me get out.
Out of these chains,
These weights that drag me down.
Into the darkness,
Where the evil things
Shout, hurt, pain, and, sorrow.
They lash out with
Their spiked tongues
With there conniving words.
Help! I reach out
Someone, anyone.
Help!
And there,
A voice whispers.
In the midst of the darkness,
In the midst of the battle.
The quiet beautiful whispering
That says,
Stop.
Take a good long look
Around you.
Remnants of the broken heart,
Broken souls, and broken spirits.
The broken things
Are slowly being mended
With bulletproof, shatterproof,
Shockproof, waterproof coating
Shining with new found strength
Molded by the hurt, pain, and sorrow
That sent chills of what looked like
Defeat.
You never were and cannot be
Defeated.
Don’t forget that.
You can count on the
Rainbow after the storm,
Treasure under the dirt,
And the light at the end of the tunnel.
So I dare say,
It will be okay.
Okay
The four letter word
They say
When you’re not
But ill wash these bloodstained hands
And ill dry this tear-stricken face
Mustering enough strength
To believe, to hope
It will be okay
Someday, if not today.
It will all be okay.
Okay?