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

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