It is ok to just be
Exhausted from the day
The week the year
It is ok that the piles of regrets
Are higher than the unfolded laundry
At least it’s clean? Right?
At least you began
to make amends
To the myriad way you failed
Your own intentions
It is Ok to just accept
The moment and reject the premise
No one can make you sit
In a cramped desk anymore
You don’t have to recite the pledge
To broken, naked empire
It is ok to just breathe
Just ask your body what it needs
To feed it food and sunshine and movement
To let it soak in solitude or rage
It is ok to break and discard things
People gave you
when they no longer serve you
Cluttering up the life you are making
Even if it looks nothing
Like the one you planned
Nothing like the person you told everyone
You were and would be
It is ok to burn all your
Love letters to people
Dreams, cities, and even gods
And in the flames
Just to admire the molten
Rivulets like water
The metal of your armor
Flowing to the sea
Singing
It is ok to just be
