these six years past
tools and toil- scraping
a groove repeated on
my heart- it is okay
okay, more than okay
to feel
feel sadness, ache
shed tears, sighs and shouts
anger bubbling, injustice pouring
okay
to feel that not all is right
in this world
i have learned, it is okay to feel these things

but now,
without carving, scraping
no sharp edges chiseling my soul
no chipping and rending
and yet
a new groove appears
the flesh of my heart
burning with a new wound
from within, light- it is okay
okay, more than okay
to feel
feel hope, delight, desire, yearning
joy bubbling, dreams rising
okay
to feel that all can be right
in this world
i am learning, it is okay to feel these things