It’s not okay, but it’s okay
To be seemingly individually targeted
By all the wrath and perverseness
In this world
Personified by a heartless imbecile
I know
I know
It’s not okay
But, I plead with you
Beseech you, implore you
To allow
My arms and heart
And dozens of familiar more
And a plethora of friends yet to meet
To envelop you in a celestial hug
And gently press
The hope, virtue, and integrity
Still in this world
Through your understandably hardened skin
And into your bloodstream
To allow you to feel
The integrity and veracity of my words
When I whisper
It’s okay
It’s going to be okay
Copyright © Robert Sidwell | Year Posted 2024
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