But You Look OK
“But you look OK.”
As if that was proof itself.
As if symptoms couldn’t hide
Behind a tired gaze,
Or a calm posture.
They could not see
How light blinded me,
How the world shifted when I stood,
How words scattered in my mind.
They didn’t see
The pressure behind my eyes,
The confusion that plagued me,
The fog that drained me,
Or the eye that danced.
I told them,
“I don’t feel OK.”
I pleaded –
To look deeper,
To listen to me,
To believe me.
Instead –
I got questions.
Suspicion.
Dismissal.
A questionnaire
That never showed the whole picture.
But I fought.
With broken thoughts.
With blurry vision.
With a tired heart.
Until one day,
Someone finally said,
“You are right.
You are not OK.”
Those words –
My battle-won flag,
Torn, but waving.
Because my healing started
The moment
Someone finally listened.
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