In a world that’s dark and grey
Everyone says “you’ll be ok”
The words are warm, but thin as smoke,
Rehearsed replies, a practiced hope.
They land like hands that miss their mark,
Polite advice for living in the dark.
Each promise carries weightless art,
The hollow punch of a heart to heart.
As if the saying makes it true,
As if the light just breaks on cue.
They speak in futures, clean and neat,
While I’m still staring at my feet.
“Fancy a brew?” is how they start,
A quiet knock upon the heart.
No fixing words, no grand debut,
Just space enough to not be through.
Nothing is fixed. Nothing departs.
I walk around with careful parts.
Not healed, not lost, not pushed apart —
Just here. Still whole. Still doing my part.



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