It’s going to be okay,
It might not seem like it.
Your brain is probably
Yelling, shouting, pouting, grounding out
That it will not be okay.
But, stop
Stop those thoughts,
What good can they do?
It will be okay.
Maybe not now. Not even in a year.
But,
Eventually it will.
You might not see the smoothness
Coming in the
Tangle of disenchanted trees of the forest of hardship.
But wait.
Eventually it’ll become the
Smooth sailing of calm lake.
It may seem dark now,
But it will be okay.
Eventually.