it's okay

heavy limbs of yours
laid in your bed

you've been too hard on yourself
to reach the farthest star

maybe leave your dreams
under your pillow

let them and break into dust
and shades of memories

it's okay to be the thing that you are

it's okay to believe that
you are not a flower, nor a bird

it's okay to identify your flaws

it's okay to kiss the ground
and never get up

it's okay.