When did it stop being okay, to not feel okay?
We are not rock, though we still weather
And just as easily as rope, we can fray
It’s not as if we can be stitched back together
But somehow we are not afforded the same as the inanimate
Storms pass, and some of us even enjoy the rain
But somehow we find ourselves more dampened by pain
Can I blame our culture? Could it be that simple, that much easier?
That I can just accuse the invention of our social media?
Where in which space, we see fit only to sit a version of ourselves – perfected and without flaw
An ‘us’ that does not exist. An ‘us’ I shall not protect, no more
© Thomas Grice, 20/07/2017