The Art Of Being Okay

I am adept

In the art of being okay

I have mastered the craft

Of covering my troubles

I use all sorts of fancy facades

Acrylic, oil, watercolor

You name it.

I can paint over nearly anything

You will never know

How late I was up last night

Or why.

My eyes flicker

Like candlelight

But you couldn’t see

You couldn’t possibly see

I’m too good

For that.

I can dance, too

Waltzing away my sorrows

Carefully tip toe-ing the

Pas-de-I-am-fine

I get a standing ovation every time

I’m very talented, you see.

But my all-time favorite

Is my disappearing act

I’m still perfecting it

Right now

But one of these days

I’ll show you

How I

Slip

Slip

Slip

Away

Right through your fingers.