I Am Not Okay

“I Am Not Okay” 

In the quiet corners of my soul, Where shadows gather like old friends, I whisper to the moon, my confidante, “I am not okay.”

The stars above, indifferent witnesses, Blink in cosmic rhythm, unsympathetic, As I unravel the threads of my existence, Torn and frayed.

The weight of unspoken words, An atlas of sorrows upon my chest, Each breath a struggle, each heartbeat, A desperate plea.

The sun rises, painting the sky with hope, But I remain cocooned in my darkness, Lost in the labyrinth of my own mind, Chasing elusive butterflies of peace.

“I am not okay,” I repeat, A mantra woven into my bones, Yet somewhere, deep within, A fragile ember of resilience glows.

Perhaps tomorrow, the tides will turn, And I’ll find solace in the morning dew, But for now, I sit with my broken pieces, And let the moon hold my secrets.