Beginning in the past

It’s ok
to be biased
to love some
hate others
To feel joy
and fear
it will be snatched away

It’s ok
to hurt
to feel
and say aloud
I’m not ok

It’s ok
to be speechless
without answers
To find
a luminous vacancy
on the other side
of despair
And call it
hope

It’s ok
to grieve again
each tear
insufficient

It’s ok
to say a prayer
not believing
and say it again
just in case

It’s ok
to be alone
unable to share
holding too tightly
to love

It’s ok
to gather your strength
for tomorrow
and wait
expectantly