I'm Just Fine Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The question hangs, a friendly air,
'How are you? ' light and free of care.
Yet deep inside, a shadow lies,
A story hidden from their eyes.

We smile and nod, 'I'm doing fine, '
A practiced answer, neatly lined.
But truth resides in a hidden space,
Where worries churn at a rapid pace.

Perhaps a heartache, sharp and deep,
A secret sorrow we long to keep.
Or health concerns, a fragile thread,
Emotions best left unsaid.

The 'Yes' escapes, a gentle lie,
To shield our souls as moments fly.
To dodge the questions, probing deep,
The private battles we softly weep.

It's easier, this fleeting grace,
Then sharing pain in time and place.
So 'Fine' we say, a shield we wear,
To guard the burdens that we bear.