Okay (a poem)

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Its okay to be the only one who understands why you want what you want,
why you did what you did
Its okay to be the only one who grasps why something or someone means so much to you
Its okay to be the only one who gets it
Who gets what you feel in the moment that you're feeling it
It is okay
It does not mean you are less loved
It doesnt not mean that you are wrong
Or they
None has to be wrong
One just has to know what it was and is while the other only got to watch and hear
So that makes it okay
Okay to not try explaining it anymore
Okay to console yourself
Okay to remember and feel the pain all over again
Okay to wipe those tears away with your own hands
Its healing
Its okay to rock yourself to sleep
Okay to repeat His Word in your head, praying it sinks through
Because its True
He gets it
Without going through it
He knows it
And He knows how hard it is and how hard you're trying
Best of all, He knows you'll make it
So keep trying because one day you'll be okay
Okay?

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