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Quicksand
It's hard-
when everyone assumes
that you're okay.
When you're not-
you never have been.
You say what they want to hear,
even when it's a lie.
Because you're afraid
of what they might think.
Whatever you think that might be-
you're wrong.
Trust me.
I've been there.
And if they do think like that,
know this:
they don't deserve someone
as good as
you.
Every time you repeat that phrase-
I'm okay,
you sink deeper
and deeper
and deeper,
until you're stuck
in the quicksand.
Eventually,
your head will go under.
And all hope seems to have disappeared.
forever.
But then comes a hand,
pulling you out of your quicksand.
Struggling,
but never
letting go.
Then there are more.
So many hands.
They crowd around you, searching for a grip,
and lift
until
you begin
to rise.
Up.
Copyright ©
Evelyn Hew
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