I'm Not Okay

I want to run away

with the poem of my dreams

ride into the sunset

on a fiery metaphor

hold hands with the moon and sun

and fall in love with words

and the people who whisper them in my ear

But there is no one near to whisper

and I don’t have any words to spare

because I don’t want to say

I’m not okay

There’s nothing poetic

in I’m not okay

There’s no way to make not okay

beautiful

This poet wasn’t built for distance

wasn’t meant to ever

be more than an arm’s length away

from some kind of

any kind of

love

wasn’t meant to leap-frog

this distance between nouns

and the adjectives that make them

feel so good

And I just want to feel good again

~VoodooRue