It's OK

It's OK to fear.

To let it grip you in such a way,

that you're paralyzed before the fray.

It's OK to doubt.

To let it so overwhelm you,

that your thoughts are a passive few.

It's OK to cry.

To let it make you so weak,

that your everything is a helpless heap.

 

It's OK.

 

It's OK to endure.

To let it strengthen you in such a way,

that your body moves on its own during the fray.

It's OK to believe.

To let it so encourage you,

that your thoughts become purer and more plentiful than morning dew.

It's OK to laugh.

To let it make you so weak,

that it strengthens the bonds with the company you keep.

 

All in all, this is your life.

Your all, you should give.

Because...... well, it's OK to live.

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