It’s okay if you don’t see the path ahead,
or know where everyone went.
Don’t be afraid to get a little lost—
keep walking, even if it’s just you and your ghost.
It’s okay to scream your lungs out—
to feel, without knowing what it’s all about.
You can fracture and still stand whole,
’cause beauty is not the only goal.
And if you find yourself smiling at a stray,
or playing with children along the way—
talking deep with the spider on your roof,
no answer needed, ’cause that’s okay too.
Yes, Love… It’s okay.
It’s okay. You don’t have to perform.
You’re allowed to spill over, spill far—
not because you’re unbalanced,
but because of how full you are.
So if you needed a sign
before you make your next move—
know you have the permission
not just to be alive, but to be undeniably you.
