Alright

Dear piece of me that I’m missing,
The life that we’ve been living
Is only mediocre.
Painful at best.
Tragic at worst.
But it’s over now and
Everything’s going to be alright.

Dear little child that outruns fear,
Stop and turn and chase the tears.
They won’t hurt you.
Orgasmic release
Sparkles in each.
The time is now and
Everything’s going to be alright.

Dear to you that renders me broken,
Dismemberment that rips me open,
The stitches are here.
Sewing on buttons
To counter fear.
This spool’s almost through and
Everything’s going to be alright.

Everything’s going to be alright.

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Filed under buttons, hope, poem, poetry, ptsd, tears

3 responses to “Alright

  1. Yes, everything is going to be alright Johnny.

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