It's Okay

It’s Okay by Odin Roark Many see labeled folds and creases Across forehead and brow As problems unresolved As thinking lines Perhaps when one sleeps Furrowed wrinkles stay left behind The hoe of worry Takes its earned respite While the world’s hope of harvest Gathers rest in darkness How tenuous This short-lived slumber Where battlegrounds Become buried beneath peaceful seeding Where life’s nourishing fields Find shelter from evil’s eruptive invasions Where headlines of contracted mind-waste About to carry primed destruction Strapped to their chests Still breathe Where children making bullets Find time to gather casings Gently pressing blood stained soil Into their playhouse planters Believing vines will grow into Escape routes to sunshine and heaven Where beyond inevitability Leaves still flutter Upon limbs still expanding Engulfing trees still becoming Before smashed atom-waves Incinerate life to ashes Where when you awake A bewildered world asks Why thinking lines now smile And your tearful heart Surviving not by breathing alone Whispers its prescient wisdom “It’s okay to listen and hear silence To be at peace To be happy… If only in your dreams”