You're Okay

You're Okay

A Poem by beauitifulybroken

You’re okay, 

You're okay

You're okay


I repeat this to myself 

It seems like every second 

of every day


I rarely let my demons be seen

Because what a scene that would be

They tear at me from the inside

Until i feel raw and exposed


I don’t know when this all began

The pain seeped in at a young age

Staining all the good memories

With ones I now disdain


I hold the broken pieces in my hands

Until they  pierce my fingertips

For one brief moment, there is a reprieve

The physical pain seems to fit


It takes my mind off of what i feel inward

And catapults me into the present

I repeat these same three words

Over and over again


You’ll be okay

You’ll be okay

You’ll be okay 


I’m not young anymore

Not quite as  naive

So i know it's not how life works

When i say i just want to leave

As if it was a room i could walk out of

It is not something hard to understand


To leave would mean breaking the hearts of my loved ones

At least that i understand


If this pit could leave my stomach

Maybe I’d find my wings

But instead, i find the courage

To say these words

They are my song to sing


So i sing them every day

I hope I’ll eventually like the tune

They’ll play in my head as a melody


You'll be okay

You’ll be okay

You are okay

© 2023 beauitifulybroken


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Regardless of whatever we go through. Each day we get up and say you're okay to ourselves and move on. You potrait it very well.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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beauitifulybroken

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the kind review. It makes me feel less alone to know others feel the same way.

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beauitifulybroken
beauitifulybroken

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Inside there is a soul that is yearning to be heard,felt and seen. Letting my self express these thoughts and words help for that soul to feel a little less alone. more..

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