I'm Fine

I'm alone.
But I'm fine.
I'm scared.
But I'm fine.
I'm drowning.
But I'm fine.
I'm hurting.
But I'm fine
I'm hopeless.
But I'm fine.
Truth is,
I'm not fine

Seven

I want to be strong.

I really do.

But these burdens.

Too heavy.

These people.

Too stressful.

This work.

Too much.

This family has had more troubles

Than most do

In a lifetime.

Seven years.

Seven years since it all started.

Seven years since a normal life.

Right?

I am fine.

Right?

I am safe.

Right?

I am okay.

Right?

I am not alone.

Right?

There is another way.

Right?

I can get through this.

Right?

Too Comfortable

Nothing can replace the

Black, mysterious night.

Silence.

Alone.

Freedom.

Peace.

Quiet.

I stumble,

But I refuse to fall,

As I catch myself,

With a split second to spare.

In Loving Memory of Cookie Grandma

Today marks your 92nd birthday.

I wish you were here to celebrate it with me.

You were a sunray,

A loving bay.

I was twelve when you left.

Sixth grade.

Only twenty days until your next birthday.

Eight days 'till mine.

I never got to tell you I loved you.

I had so many chances.

I still didn't when you were dying,

And now for that I'm crying.

Ruth McKellin Peterson

I love you.

Goodbye.