Sometimes it’s ok
just to lay in bed
and wish the world away
and it’s ok
to dive into the deep end of silence
and lock every door
and swallow every key
and never want to come up for air.
Sometimes it’s ok
to hate your god
and curse yourself
and it’s ok
to want to hang like a bat
in the cavern of silence
and rock yourself to sleep.
Other times it’s ok
to scream
I deserve everything
into the wonderful noise of it all
and it’s ok
to whisper
I want everything
into the waiting ear
of the world.
Other times it’s ok
to skip through
the gray mud
and stain the red rain boots of life
and it’s ok
to do the backstroke
in an ocean of noise
and dip your head underneath the waves.
