It’s Okay


it's ok

It’s okay to be ok

It’s okay not to be so ok

It’s okay to feel love

It’s okay to feel nought

It’s okay to give

It’s okay not to keep giving

It’s okay to strive

It’s okay to get tired

It’s okay to be sick

It’s okay to seek healing

It’s okay to try

It’s okay to keep trying

It’s okay to want to know YOU

It’s ok to be YOU

It’s okay to BE…

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10 thoughts on “It’s Okay”

  1. I love this poem!!!!!!!!
    It would be so cool to set these words to music, or record them as an affirmation you could play to yourself during sleep or whenever.
    XoXoXo
    p.s. you are SO DANG multi-talented!

    1. Thank you lovely lady Darling Dyane, indeed I plan to go to beloved Limbe tomorrow and be inspired by the waves lol. With regards to the talents, I am candidly though gratefully amazed. I freely share most of these talents because I freely received same hohoho

  2. This is so much in accord with what i said to “Julie mad blogger” on blogtalk radio yesterday: we are all born perfect, even when we have disabilities, there is nothing wrong with us only with a society that teaches us to feel unacceptable. But we are all good and perfect just as we are and society is wrong to teach us otherwise. What a miracle it would be if we woke up one day to find out that those messages that purport to help us become better people, like, “do this better to change your body” or “how to change yourself so we like you more” but really only make us hate ourselves more, had gone away and in their place was a message encouraging only love, compassion, kindness and generosity? Would we need to hate ourselves or treat us and others badly ever again, if we learned that as perfect beings we ourselves deserved as much comoassion, kindness and generosity as everyone else?! My oh my!!

    I want a world like that, not Donald Trump’s “Gimme more!” world!

    Love

    Pam

    1. Dear Pammy, I seriously think something went wrong somewhere in the minds of many. I will use you for example because I have come to you when you were even hospitalized. You never shoved me away nor refuse to take off your sun glasses nor throw food at me blabla – yet you did the contrary to the staff (you told me some, and I witnessed some). Could it be a difference in the way we treated you? I think this whole greed of wanting to control others, has led people who can’t be controled to be labelled and treated shunfully. Thanks for your comment, always so enlightening. I am yet to listen to the interview on Julie Madblogger but I have listened to two other of yours and know your candour. My friend forever, love you loads

  3. Oh it most certainly does have to to with how you treated me ans the massive difference between the two. You treated me like a friend, and an equal who was merely having trouble in life. They treated me with disgust and dismissive disrespect so that at some places i had even ro resport to flinging shit, literally, in their faces to wake them up. Not that this sort of thing got me anywhere. They would only label me more crazy!! But respect and being treated with dignity are everything, esp when you are locked upmagainst your will…how dare they not understand this simple fact!?

    1. It’s ok Pammy, the world can be stoic and thoughtless. Treating a human being less than even your pet at home can only futher send same into a babaric space and they’ll do what they can to make themselves heard. Now we know the best is to try and keep trying to stay healthy and avoid such places altogether

  4. Awesome poem especially the third line which comes to refresh the writings of the Biblical Apostle Paul in one of his letters to the Corinthian church precisely First Corinthians 13.Kudos.

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