It's going to be alright. I know how small <br />a slice might feel, but assuredly it'll heal. <br /> <br />I watch the wind. I taste the air. Enjoying <br />the sensation of being alive, of being able <br /> <br />to think of pleasant situations. Expectations <br />leads to resentments. Better to accept each <br /> <br />person on his or her own level. Not to expect <br />that they match my defintions, but instead <br /> <br />that they are who they are and that I am <br />what I am. Together we make up the world. <br /> <br />I kick a stone with my feet. It dosen't hurt. <br />It only moves to the next anticipation. I am <br /> <br />as tall as I'll ever be. Each molecule that <br />suggests my form is all the man I need to <br /> <br />feel. It's going to be alright. There is surely <br />a purpose to every dissapointment. I may not <br /> <br />understand the process, but I will enjoy <br />the end result. I lick my lips, quietly enjoying <br /> <br />the taste of me on my tongue. I am not the <br />devil. I am not God. I am only as much in <br /> <br />pain as I allow myself to be. Some people <br />might walk by and ignore the living I am <br /> <br />displaying. That is their choice and I respect <br />their opinions. Others might stop and share <br /> <br />a word or two. We will have a conversation. <br />Time will pass and the day will roll on, and <br /> <br />another part of living will me to stand free. <br />It's going to be alight. I'm still smiling.<br /><br />Chris G. Vaillancourt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-going-to-be-alright/
