It’s okay to be gray

It’s okay

If it’s not

A good day

This pain is

Mine to dictate

Today.

You are not

My skin,

This heart,

This whim.

I am not here

To show you

How to fit in.

This grief

is mine

And mine

Alone

I will not

Let you

Take

What you do

Not own.

It’s okay

That I am

Not okay

Please quit

Telling me

It’s not with

YOUR dismay

That is yours ,

Identify.

This is my grief

But I am

Still alive.

I am here

To push on

Through ,

I choose to

Live with

& through you.

Christ.

God.

They all

Have our

backs

But

In the end

I find it’s

US

Where we lack.

I ask kindly

Before you

Point your

Finger at me

To tell me

I am not okay

Please point

It back at

Yourself

So I can

Come home

One day.