A Silent Call or Okay?
Hoping You’ll Pick Up the Phone
[Answer Call?]
Hey, I see you, okay?
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I know it’s hard, I’m not going to tell you to have strength, I’m not going to tell you that it gets easier.
I can see your shoulders are slumped, your eyes are kissed by tears, and your heart ached for who knows how long.
I can see your hands cover your mouth. You try to keep your thoughts and feelings to yourself because they hurt you, and you don’t want to bother others when you’re already the one bothered.
I can see your hands clutching to the edge of the cliff, you keep wondering if this is truly living.
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Hey, I hear you, okay?
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You may not know the answer to why you should continue to fly, but you’ve got the fight in you to go with the wind.
I can hear your whimpers in the day and the cries you release at night, you don’t want anyone to hear your heart.
I can hear your footsteps trudging forward, heavy after the other, you don’t think you can stop even when you need to.
I can hear your lips answer, “I’m fine,” you say it with a smile, but your voice wavers.
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Hey?
It’s okay not to be okay.
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I know it’s hard, I’m not going to tell you to have strength, I’m not going to tell you that it gets easier.
I can only tell you I believe in you, that I hope you can see the light in you that I do.
I can only tell you that I will be here if you need to hold my hand, if you need someone to just be there and nothing else.
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Nothing else. Nothing else. You don’t need anything else. You are strong (or beautiful?) just by existence. I don’t need to tell you to have strength when you already have it in you.
[End Call?]
I’ll just be here, okay?
