Poetry

Okay

Okay, Girl with Good Bones

Poem 4

Below is the poem in the image and as plain text.

hearing the heart beat again
sounds like what does not
make noise,

being in the same place
but sitting up.
picking flowers
only in arm’s reach.
letting sky be gray,
and drops of rain and tears
stay on my skin.

the erratic thud, thud
falls between good and grief.
light pokes through
old wounds and thin skin
again.

a fresh healing heart
feels harsh against
bones that never broke.

okay but not okay.

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