The Grace
They all say "It'll be alright.”
"You’ll get a job, save yourself—save your family."
"Trust the process,"—
that’s the song we’re all singing.
But deep down,
no one knows the struggle.
No one sees the nights we lie awake thinking,
or the doubts we've carved inside ourselves.
Do they even know
how hard it is
just to hold it together?
Sometimes,
we think of going out—
drinking the sorrows down,
just to silence the storm.
But we know,
when morning comes,
it’ll all return:
The self-doubt.
The broken faith.
The fragile hope held in a stranger’s kind word.
And somehow—
the grace that keeps us
through one more day.
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