Somewhere along the way
you have been made to believe
that you must be okay
you must not show sadness
you must not display fear
you must not utter your loneliness
you must not share your despair
you must not exclaim the ache of your grief
you must be okay
and when you must be okay you drown in your pain
you become hardened or calloused by your suffering
you hide behind masks and your false sense of security
because how dare you be viewed as weak
how dare you be seen as broken
how dare you be deemed inferior
how dare you be imperfect
but what if you dared to show how you really felt?
what if you risked the chance of being seen as less than
so that you can courageously be who you really are?
would your heart break free?
would the permission to feel grant you freedom to express?
would the mask come off so you can breathe?
I imagine it would.
I imagine that the irony of allowing yourself
to not be okay would somehow give you the
power to be okay
because the path to being okay-
to being healed
will never be through denial or hiding
nor masking or pretending
it will be through boldly saying when asked
"Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay."