I'm Not Okay... But I'm Okay With It

By Samuel McConochie

I might be losing flicker —

but I can see them all a-frayed.

Each day, I do get sicker —

hopeful delusions in what they say.

Their eyes wince, spoken plainly,

“You seem to be doing well?"

The denial screams insanely —

awkward silence, quiet hell.

Asking what with just more whys,

no one has a clue.

Short circuits — a brain that dies…

Needing answers more than I do.

Please, don’t try to fix me,

or fake like it’s not real.

I’m already living free —

move forward with how you feel.

By Samuel McConochie