Sincere

This is for all the times when

it wasn't your fault,

when blankets were strung

like nooses, when hands that

were meant to hold

strangled,

this is for everything

that was out of your control,

but the way it was carried

broke more than your shoulders,

the chips continue to flit

into the window even as time

passes, the healing is hollow

and the whispers are louder

Everything will be

okay.