Three Calls, One Line

Matthew R. Callies

We answer the first call in the dark before dawn

where a voice trembles like something trying not to fall apart

and we stay on the line until breathing remembers itself again

no lecture, no judgment, only presence holding steady

 

We answer the second call in the middle of a school day

where laughter in hallways feels like a language not meant for everyone

and the words come slowly, carefully, like stepping over broken glass

we translate fear into something survivable, something named

 

We answer the third call when night returns again

when silence feels heavier than any room should have to hold

and the voice on the other end is almost gone from itself

we remind them: the line is still open, and so are we

 

Between calls, there is paperwork, there is training, there is exhaustion

but also something stubborn that refuses to become numb

a belief that a voice reaching out is already a kind of future

and staying on the line is its own quiet form of defiance

 

Not every story ends with certainty or clean resolution

but each one is met with someone who does not look away

and sometimes that is enough to shift the weight of a night

just enough for morning to find its way back in

  • Author: Matthew R. Callies (Online Online)
  • Published: June 30th, 2026 05:30
  • Comment from author about the poem: The 30th and final poem for Pride Month. The Trevor Project is an American nonprofit organization founded in 1998. Focused on suicide prevention efforts for LGBTQ+ youth. If you are an LGBTQ+ youth and are contemplating self harm, please visit https://www.thetrevorproject.org/get-help/
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  • sorenbarrett

    It is the last stanza that gives hope. Nicely written Matthew

  • 2781

    Sounds depressing.

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Matthew, what a beautiful way to conclude this series. This really moved me. The quiet compassion woven through every stanza reminds us that simply staying present can become an act of hope. Thank you, too, for this entire 30-day Pride Month journey. It has been an outstanding series, and I sincerely hope many people continue discovering these poems in the years to come. Beautiful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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