.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
Such a convincing lie.
But it’s alright.
It’s true half of the time.
We were fools to feel this way.
We only fall apart.
When we fall in love
we turn
tragedies
into art.
Beautiful destruction.
Tragically engaged.
Our only distraction
from all the pain.
“It’s gonna be okay.”
No one knows the truth,
so we make up our own
and share them in the night
with fondness we have grown.
Chasing treasures here,
like a rabbit down a hole.
We would do anything
to keep pretending
we are in control.
Not falling down,
tumbling from night
into the day.
Praying someone comes
and says,
“It’s gonna be okay.”
Praying for a savior.
Yearning for a friend.
Missing a parent.
The journey never ends.
An accidental fortune
which fate sometimes extends,
and we find an existence
that another comprehends.
What an absolute mess,
yet we still
try to believe
that everything’s
just what it seems.
The darkness
is banished with the day
and whispered words;
“It’s gonna be okay.”
HG – 2022
