Alright

Hello dear reader.

'Alright' is a poem I wrote last night while lying in bed. I was reflecting on my day, on the counselling session I had in the afternoon. And with that reflection came these words. I hope you enjoy it.

Rod E. Kok

February 1, 2017

I am going to be alright,

but I do not know when.

I will heal from the hurt

I have caused myself.

My fingers are open wounds,

nails tear at my skin

in a false act of penance.

I will recover from the pain;

I am going to be

alright.

I have vilified myself;

Judge, jury,

torturer.

Where do I go from here?

I want to be okay.

I am going to be okay.

I will reduce

my self imposed sentence.

I will learn to acquit,

accepting a sentence

of forgiveness.

Though my weakness

will remain,

I will be alright.

I want to fight.

For me.

For you.

I want to be free

from those shackles

I bound myself with.

My heart will be stronger,

my soul more content.

I am going to be alright.

I am going to be

alright.