It's Okay Not to Be Okay
Some days, the sun feels far away,
its light just flickers, dull and gray.
The world moves fast, yet here you stand,
heavy heart, unsteady hand.
You wear a smile, a borrowed mask,
but silence makes the hardest task.
To say, “I’m tired,” to whisper, “Stay,”
to know it’s okay not to be okay.
The weight you carry, unseen, untold,
is not a burden you must hold.
Let shadows bend, let teardrops fall,
you’re human still—you’ve felt it all.
No need to hurry, heal in time,
your heart will learn its own design.
And when the night gives way to day,
you’ll find your strength in being okay.