Visual Arts + Creativity

Poetry

I made it okay

I walked into your verbal punches
I let you in
And made it okay 

I sat there whilst your words cut me
I smiled 
And made it okay 

I looked on whilst you ripped at me 
Tore me 
Broke me 
And reminded me, enough I could never be

Always with your utterances
Never your hands. 
And I always made it okay. 

I sold you my trust 
Whilst you stole my confidence 

I stare at the shadow in the mirror 
The pieces left of what once was 

And I swear an oath to never again let it be, okay





B.B. John