I try to do what’s right.
I tell people that I am fine.
But fine is has a different connotation in my mind.
The words that fall out of my mouth are not what I really mean.
People think that things happen ONCE.
That everything is fine again
After that one incident nothing else will happen like that again
That is what they want to believe
It’s not going to go away
You can’t just forget
You won’t be fine again
You will be different every time
With every thought
With every glance
With every smile
With every ounce of hurt that you try to hide
How can you hide things from a world that is devouring you whole?
It’s guaranteed to find everything
As it does, it will remind you
Let you remember details
The soundtrack, the fear, the good memories, t he shame
Faces, names, reasons that aren’t clear
The pain, the tears, the hate
And the love
So are you fine?
If so, what is your connotation?