Yes, I'll be fine — I always survive,
I find my way back, I learn to revive.
But give me a moment, don't rush me through,
Let me feel all that I'm going through.
My spirit is heavy, my heart feels low,
There's pain in the silence I need you to know.
I'm not giving up, I'm not losing the fight,
But healing begins when I dim the light.
I know it gets better, I've seen it before,
But sadness still knocks at my inner door.
So let me be honest, let me be still,
Let me sit quietly, bend to the chill.
I'll rise again, with strength and grace,
But first I must honor this tender place.
So don't ask me to smile, don't urge me to run—
Let me feel first, then I'll chase the sun.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem