Why Are You Ok?

Hopefulness and comfort stuff the mental.
Nothing can touch me now.
I am ok.

Exuberance and the unfolded
are the focus.

Energy is abruptly vulnerable.
Being is now easily spoiled.

Just one blow, one delay, a petty setback.
A blankness is all.

Dawning logic of dismay, despair, and doubt
establish part in this opportunity.

The walls fall,
and yet I stand.
Nothing can keep me from this place now.

The fog seperates,
there is no bad dream
only flowers and disingenuous smiles. 

Humbug is all.
Not even melody can decode this ache. 

Acceptance is not an option.
A stomach of regret and excuse
is in control.

The poems of love pierce and paralyze every thought
and feeling. 

The stagnant air begins to move,
as the warmth becomes clear. 

Concepts of acceptance conflict sullen reflections,
but begin to overcome. 

The last leaf lay lifeless upon the surface.
Their are no trees left to keep them alive.

The blooming senses the ambiance,
and obliviously grow from the strife. 

Ally, kin, beloved,
may be buried,
but never abandoned.

Time and attention awakens the conception 
that memory is a matchless offering.
I am ok.