Poem: Maybe, it’s ok

Rushing, forgetting, confused, panicky

My heart is racing

I wake from a frantic dream

The sky is clear and bright

My thoughts are not

I’m late

I forgot to do something

I don’t have enough…

Another voice creeps in, seeps in

A soft sound I strain to hear

It tosses out an idea

An offhand suggestion to consider

Maybe, it’s ok

Maybe, you’re ok

Maybe, you’re exactly where you need to be

With exactly what you need

Maybe, you’re enough

And maybe, you’re wonderful and alive

On this fresh morning

And the sky is clear and bright