Stories That Never Get Told

one day

I may not be okay right now,

But maybe one day I will be.

When these tears have soaked into the earth,

And my voice has long since run scared from me.

When I lay broken on these scarred floorboards,

And desperately trying to keep my pieces from disappearing too,

I remember that one day,

Whether it be soon or far away,

I will not be lying here like this.

It won't be fast,

But it won't be slow.

It will be painful,

And it will take work and patience,

But I will stand up again,

And I will shakily once again take my first steps.

I will terrified,

Scared,

Beaten and bruised,

But I will be moving.

Just like a flower that has been buried under the freezing snow,

I will rise and once again be blooming in the sun.

I will first have to brave the dark winter.

So when you look at my tear stained face,

And hold me through the dark nights where I scream what you cannot understand,

Please remember that I will one day come back to you.

I will wander down a dark path,

But please know that your light is leading me back.

I may not be okay right now,

With my tattered clothes and lifeless eyes,

But maybe one day I will be.

Just have faith,

Hold on,

Perhaps even for the both of us,

And just love.

Because right now when my world is spinning and swirling

That love is what is holding me steady.

I may not be okay right now,

But with you at my side

One day I will be.