I'm Okay, Really
And I stepped out into the open,
And I held my head low and whispered:
I know I am."
And as far as my tear-filled eyes could see
Blurred darkness covered the calm neighborhood,
Darker than the darkest depths
Of my lonesome heart.
Then I smiled weakly, crying within
And the rain started to pelt down
And it felt like a thousand, cold needles
Piercing through my damp clothes
As a voice inside reiterated: "We regret to inform you…"
I held a wrinkled piece of paper, my name written in blue,
And I clutched onto it, anger and sadness washing over me,
Like the waters of an enormous wave.
And the streetlights flickered on, emitting a very dim glow,
And I unfolded the note again, as the azure, typed words started to jump out at me
Unusual from the typical, guy-like handwriting
And I went back over the four-lined letter, pang of pain striking again.
Crumbling the paper, and feeling the loss of a loved one
I hurled it across the street, in the clouded sky
A bitter breeze blew as a solemn tear fell.
It seemed to freeze, shattering into a million pieces as it hit the ground
And my head hit the door, thinking, "I'm going to be okay."
-Modeled after "The Creation" poem