It’ll be ok, they say.

It’ll be ok, they say.
Lids inside give in
to the heavy tears.
Face crumples.

It’ll be ok, they say.
Heart oozes pain and
your head is cloudy.
Eyelashes sting.

It’ll be ok, they say.
Legs hardly hold
your heavy thoughts.
Throat dries.

It’ll be ok, they say.
Fingers shake slightly
trying to hold on.
Stomach hurts.

It’ll be ok, they say.
Mind cruelly flashes
back uncontrolled.
Mouth silenced.

It’ll be ok, they say.

by Dwysan Rowena

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