It's Okay

When fate descends with all its heavy weight,

And ties your hands before the crushing blow,

There is no room to question or debate,

No place to turn, no other way to go.

You stand defenseless as the storm rolls in,

And feel the helplessness of bending bone,

Where even struggle is a fading sin,

And you are left completely on your own.

Yet deep inside, where quiet truths reside,

A gentle whisper stills the rising fray;

No bitter tears, no anger left to hide

The battered heart just softly sighs: "It's okay."