Fine

It isn’t really an answer,
It doesn’t mean you’re
Happy or sad or upset.
It means you’re existing,
Continuing even though
There’s so much to cause
You pain, you’ve gone numb
From the storm of tears
That spill from your eyes,
From the ache that’s settled
In your heart.

It isn’t like the weather,
It isn’t pleasant and nice,
It’s dull and bitter,
Frankly better to be avoided
Than felt.

That’s why I’m fine.
Just fine.

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