It's Okay, Cast Away

They say

it can’t be cured

—a casual secret

you tend to hide.

Like a birthmark

or age-washed scar,

it can be covered

if you try.

Sometimes, you try.

It’s on your face

behind the glare

—cold, unphased.

You’re pieces inside,

bits and pieces of things

you tend to hide.

You’re a stained glass window

betrayed by the light.

You have to try.

Try to sleep.

They say it helps

when you can’t sleep.

They say you need help.

Lonely nights

become your therapy

because silence might be

the quickest way to your heart.

Strive

to understand,

reluctant cast-away,

that you will always

be this way

—a servant of despondency.

It’s easier to explain

the mind’s homeless chaos

by giving it a name.

Try giving it a name.

They say

it can be treated,

and it’s the only reason

you try.