I am trying to be o.k.

Thinking about young souls who’ve past.

Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.

Sometimes hearts just stop.

This is me, trying to be o.k.

Not that young anymore.

Grey hair no longer a curse,

but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.

For now, I am o.k.

As for tomorrow, history

seems to shrug it’s shoulders

leaving me out of the loop.

And I’m o.k. with that.

This is me trying to be o.k.