when people ask, “how are you?”
what if instead of saying “i’m fine,”
i said, “i feel lost”?
some days i am drowning in silence,
some days i sink so deep into myself
that even my own reflection feels like a stranger.
i carry regret like a quiet shadow.
i am not okay.
i am not strong — not yet.
but i wish I am healing.
and one day, i will rise softer,
but steadier than before.