South Africa

Another day,

Another problem.

Usually things would be fine,

I’d press on with a smile.

But today…


I can’t keep it off my face,

I can’t stop it from bringing me down.


She smiles and asks if I’m fine.

I’m not and I tell her so.

She puts a hand on my shoulder.

Her light dispels a bit of the gloom.

She listens as I speak about the problem.

Her light continues to fight off my doubts.

At the end she doesn’t say anything,

But she doesn’t have to.

I know she cares.

Her light tells me so.


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