It’s ok, to not: be ok
Struggling to find those sunshine rays
on a cloudless day,
or sparkling stars on a moonless night
feeling alone while at the epicentre
of your family gathering,
or craving attention while being a shut-in
It’s ok, to not: be ok
If years of dedication to showcase
your talents, merely make you a target
while those you deem, talentless
seemingly triumph without effort
It’s ok, to not: be ok
When grief becomes a permanent shadow, anchoring
your heart and shackling your lungs
dreading, your lonesome tomorrow’s
so each sipped breath, is an epic poem to overcome
It’s ok, to not: be ok
If your childhood is a nightmare tale
horror Genres are Too scared, to tell
It’s ok, to not: be ok
Fighting for love
with everything you have
while other’s, brazenly
take and ask for more
then forget to wave
as they sail for glitzier shores
It’s ok, to not: be ok
If you read these words
and Smirk, knowingly
at the foolishness
of us, whom you deem
far less intelligent
for enabling
those you view, as a scourge
by spouting our empty words
of wishful hope
when you know, for certain
at that bleak hour
no one
would ever, bother
to check
if you still remembered, a time
when breathing
wasn’t something, you did
without, first
having to remind yourself
it’s something: you need.
It’s ok, to not: be ok
If you read these words
and laugh, at how absurd
some people dramatize
mere brushstrokes, with pain
because you’re certain
weakness, is only a mindset
easily corrected, if people
would only get a backbone, I mean
look how successful, you’ve turned
that hellishly vile beginning, to your life
now,
what you’ve come to realise
as a gift, for shaping you
into something wilfully, unbreakable
and so what, if your tear ducts
are mere ash
seared-tight by all that burning hate
you Choose, to fuel
your painstakingly bleak
daily survival.
It’s ok, to not: be ok
If you can’t read a word of English
but find your emotions bubbling
and your eyes, glistening
yearning, to know
this cathartic experience’s, true meaning
or
have an Oxbridge doctorate
in languages
but find yourself, befuddled
by the sheer pointlessness
of what you’ve just been reading
It’s ok, to not: be ok
It’s ok if you think, politics
is our only meaningful answer
or revolutionary anarchy
our only way to stave-off, extinction
It’s ok if you feel, religion
is our only solution
or you wish there was a deity
just, to have your say
It’s ok if science is a nuclear certainty
for our demise, in your eyes
or if you can’t wait for nirvana’s promise
of time travelling, immortality
It’s ok, if you can’t find the energy to care
about anyone or anything and simply stare
or, you prefer perching on fences.
Truly: it’s ok to not, be ok
for our lives didn’t come
with a start-up manual
of do’s and don’ts
or small print promises
of happiness and peace
All we started with
was a beating heart
and a gasp of air
everything else
every gesture
every thought
every sound
every word
every moment
we created, ourselves
by design, maybe
or stubborn luck, possibly
So really, I promise you
it’s perfectly natural
that we’re all
so imperfectly, fallible
together and individually
existing, as part
of a seemingly chaotic
universe, within Nature’s
cyclical, weather bubble
of conflicting, gravitational balance
between our glimmering, hopeful nights
and our consequences of stark, daylight.
It’s ok to not, be ok
what matters, Most
is that we Fight, to grasp
at those featherweight tethers to Fortitude
striving to survive, long enough
to take that next, all-important breath
knowing, all of existence
asked nothing more of us, from the start
so all those crippling fears and aspirations
we helped manifest into our lives
we can simply, try to ignore
for now, and just concentrate
on experiencing
one more breath
one more second
and eventually, hopefully
one more rise
one more step
on our march
to whatever, better
we look to aspire towards
Choosing: for ourselves...
Or not, and simply wait
for inevitability’s, final note…
It’s ok, to not: be ok!
Just remember
if you’re Living, through it
Chances are
you Know of someone
that’s already: Survived it!
or Sadly
Mercifully, they’ve escaped it…
Time, is fleetingly finite
seems pointless, to waste it
rather, lets loot our share
and boldly choose: to live it!
© L. B. Mek
April 2021