It’s fine
It’s fine
was her standard reply
she now questions why
It’s fine
the first thing she says
in her head the frustrations swirl
as the insults were hurled her way
It’s fine
just walk away and don’t ruffle any feathers
don’t ruin the day
It’s fine
yet it is not
a childhood lesson used for survival
doesn’t serve the woman she’s become
It;s fine
time for bed and put away the dread of all the words left unsaid
to keep the status quo
so instead her standard reply
It’s fine she reply’s one more time
tommorrow is a new day and hopefully
It’s fine will be forever left behind instead
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I also have the habit
of the status quo.
Your poem is an inspiration
to kick the habit
of “I’m fine”
I think it is something we are trained to do because most people lack skills in emotional intelligence