I am ok.
This is a poem by a survivor (who wants to remain anonymous) about moving from being “not ok” to starting to feel that they “are ok”. We think that many survivors will be able to relate to and connect with this journey.
I am ok
I am not ok
What is outside is not inside
It’s someone else’s life on show
And I like that life, I wish it was mine
But the inside me is tainted, it’s wrong
And it’s so tiring keeping that part secret
It’s got so cold.
I think I might be ok
I spoke today, I said the words
And I was listened to, I was heard
And she believed. Me.
I performed my show life
But she said, “No. That is not you”
“It’s the inside you that matters”
My words and my truth are making light
That is starting to puncture the darkness
The shame is not mine to own
And the world that is me can be bigger
Oh, God- the journey is long
But I am travelling it, in skips and jumps and tiny scared steps
I am travelling it
And I am ok
I am ok.