What is it like to be okay?
I remember looking around the crowds at assemblies in grade school and thinking
“do they all feel okay right now?”
Do they have a knot in their stomach the size of the very building were in?
Are they quietly wishing that they had at least on real friend?
Is it scary for them to be at school, but even scarier to be at home?
What does it feel like to be okay?
I don’t remember.
Or maybe I never did know.














