I’m Okay
When I hit my head last Sunday
It knocked my off my feet,
Knocked the wind right out of me.
Still reeling,
Still spinning,
Still on the ground,
I said,
“I’m okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I’m okay.”
In that moment–
Flashes of a Florida hospital emergency room,
A nightmare I had when I was fourteen,
The cracked windshield of my father’s pickup truck.
“I’m okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I’m okay.”
Both poems offer a stark reminder of how memory works and the irony in our “I’m okay” when we’re hurt physically and emotionally.
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I hope you are okay! This is a powerful connection between two moments that you wove together beautifully.
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I find myself saying things like “I’m okay” or “I’m fine” too- regardless of the severity of the mental/physical pain. Self-talk? An effort to keep order in ourselves/ those around us? Interesting. Makes you think. Nice slice. Great connection.
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I admire you writing in poem when you slice.
You accomplished a memoir effect, connecting two different moments of pain and surprise.
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Wow! This is powerful! I loved the repetitive structure. “I’m okay” are such powerful words to get us through all kinds of hard times!
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