Turn the Key

Macalister Bali

Jul 25

1 min read

I hope you’re okay

not the beautiful lie you wear for the world,

but the truth trembling beneath it.

Some days, “I’m fine”

is only a locked door

with sorrow breathing on the other side.

You don’t have to hide there alone.

I would rather you turn the key

and let me into the darkness

than pretend you were never hurting.

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