by Nikita Gill
I wonder how many people
I know are out there,
battling demons and leviathans
alone on this cold night.
How many people I know
who tell me they are fine,
and know how to expertly hide
the cry for help behind their eyes.
How many are just
a helping hand away
from a moment that could
better their entire life.
And how many will never ask,
instead ball up these terrible things
inside themselves thinking they
are all alone in their fight.
It is a sobering thought:
Everyone we love and know
and hate are all suffering
in some great or small way.
This is why we must
be swift with our kindness.
make greater efforts at compassion
when we ask someone if they are okay.
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