EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY

wesley chapman
Jun 5, 2015 · 2 min read

As I sit here on this plane all I want to do is close my eyes.

For four days I have been with her.

On day one I listened to her pain.

I heard her stories of abuse.

Of the night he came and took her pride.

I saw her scars left behind for her to simply feel alive.

I hit her walls she put so high in order for us not to see the fears she’s held all her life.

I tell her everything will be okay.

On day two she tells me more.

She tells me why she fears the night,

For in the darkness he comes again.

She tells me she never sees the light.

She tells me life is not worth living.

That carrying this pain is just too much.

That in this life she will never do.

She tells me hope will never be, she says it must only be for me.

She tells me only blades will do.

I tell her everything will be okay.

On day three she comes to me.

She whispers softly, ‘I just want to be ok.’

A tear escapes her walls so high.

One by one they hit the floor.

One by one they release her pain.

She looks at me and says, ‘all I want is to be ok.’

She takes a pen and writes the words her lips seem not to say.

The pages fill with words of hope.

She takes the blades and says goodbye.

She tells the pen you may stay.

She finds a corner to hide herself to let it all go away.

She wants to close her eyes and sleep.

She can’t because he just won’t go away.

I tell her everything will be okay.

On day four she opens up.

She tells me more of those nights.

She tells me more of her frights.

She asks me when the night will end.

She asks me when she will never see him again.

She takes the pen and fills the page with words her mind must say.

I tell her everything will be okay.

Her journey starts.

The light will come.

Soon he will run away.

Soon she will say, ‘everything will be okay.’

For four days I have held her tightly in my heart

For four days I have let her fill my mind.

For four days I have taught her how to fight.

Now all I want to do is close my eyes.

All I want to do is sleep.

I won’t, I can’t,

Not till the day they all don’t fear the night.

Not till the day they all can see the light.

Not till the day they all can say,

“Everything will be okay.”

- Wesley Chapman
founder of A HUMAN PROJECT

Poem in image written by teen AHP worked with in Texas.

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