Okay
I think I'm okay for now.
I'm okay.
Not perfect.
Not bad.
But okay.
I guess that's okay.
I'm not more than fine.
I'm adequate.
I'm recovering.
Not fully healed.
The scars are still there.
But they're fading.
I can still trace them.
But I won't be able to soon.
I just need closure.
I'll find happiness soon.
But for now.
I'm content to sit here and watch.
And softly smile at the passersby.
I guess that's okay.
This poem is about:
Me