Some days nothing is wrong,
Yet everything feels heavy.
You are not breaking-
you are just tired of holding things alone.
You don't speak about it, because there's no clean sentence for this kind of weight.
So you move through the day quietly,
Hoping no one asks how you are really doing.
There's NOTHING DRAMATIC here
NO COLLAPSE. NO RESCUE.
Just a person who keeps standing
When STOPPING would feel SAFER.
IF THIS FEELS FAMILIAR,
Its NOT a FLAW IN YOU.
Its proof of how long you've endured without being seen.
Maybe today doesn't change anything
Maybe tomorrow won't either
But you are still here-
And that is NOT SMALL.
It means there is SOMETHING IN YOU,
that refuses to disappear.
SOMETHING STEADY. SOMETHING WORTH TRUSTING.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem