I'm ok - A poem of sorts

a thumb presses against a hairline crack in the veneer 

I'm ok with this and where I'm at

it widens under the pressure, raw edges invisible to the naked eye

I'm ok and this won't hurt any more

a line of red follows the line of the crack, painless at first

I'm ok and I won't be broken again

pain builds as the veneer widens, deepens and tears open

I'm not ok, the grains of sand are falling to fast to catch

blood pours through the shattered veneer of normality

I'm not ok. it's all falling down in a red sandstorm