I’m ok

Of all the people he could go to

He never went to himself

That’s one trip he was ready to spend it all

To never make

He would go inside his wife, his boss, his children and his friends

But never inside himself

And it wasn’t just stage fright

Or performance anxiety

It was the thought of meeting himself

And not liking himself

And not being able to satisfy himself

That left him rocking back and forth in a fetal position

Repeating the civilized mantra

I’m ok

I’m ok

I’m ok


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