it’s ok, it’s ok, it’s ok

My trauma is not a box

It’s like water 

That flows too quickly

Tastes wrong, unjustifiably



Sinks into my skin again 

It’s composed of this rain 

Falling from the wrong sky 

An old enemy 

That I had long defeated 


This rain falls into my tear ducts 

And I fear that what rolls down my cheeks is real

That it’s all so transient 

And in my weakness I succumb


But every colour in my world is changed 

Shifted so subtly 

Yet not so subtly at all


I rage and rage and quietly I rage

My soul, my home, has changed 


Because we made concrete together 

Diamonds and stars 

Everything real 

And everything magic that could be 





  • Poetic Dan

    Loved this! You have a wonderful flow

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