When you ask me
"Are you ok?"
I hardly think
You're looking for the honest answer
The one burning inside me
A creature begging to escape
The secrets I've hidden over the years
Locked in a box
That question is not the key
But still it awakens at the sound of your voice
A trigger pulled and a hole for it to crawl through
Time and pain and hurt and life and death rush through my heart and across my brain
And it rises
Wildly it reaches for my mouth
Prying open my jaw made of words and bruises
And out escapes exactly what you wanted to hear
The thing you'd been waiting for
From the deepest part of me
"I'm fine"
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Author:
Janie (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Most people who ask how I'm doing don't usually expect what's really inside me- they're looking for reassurance of what they think they already know.
- Category: Sad
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