Question

Inventory After Midnight...


The house is asleep
but my head is taking stock.
Counting what I said,
what I meant,
what landed sideways and never stood back up.
Thoughts stack themselves like boxes
labeled handle carefully
even though I’ve dropped them all before.
Nothing breaks.
That’s the problem.
I replay moments
the way fingers worry a loose thread
not to fix it,
just to feel where it thins.
Being “fine” is a muscle memory now.
It kicks in before honesty does.
I know the shape of acceptable answers,
how to nod without opening doors,
how to smile like it costs nothing.
Somewhere between dusk and morning
my doubts put on uniforms,
start asking questions
with clipboards and crossed arms.
I answer anyway.
I always answer.
Strength looks quiet from the outside.
Inside, it’s a constant negotiation
between staying soft
and staying intact.
I don’t call this resilience.
I call it showing up
even when my thoughts scatter,
even when certainty doesn’t clock in.
Not every night teaches me something.
Some nights just pass.
And I’m learning that surviving them
without explanation
is still a form of progress.
I don’t need to solve myself tonight.
I can exist unfinished,
let the dark hold its questions,
and trust that morning
will ask fewer of them.

Answer 1

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Answer 2

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Answer 3

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Answer 4

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Answer 5

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Answer 6

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Answer 7

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Answer 8

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Answer 10

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Answer 11

i am falling asleep

Answer 12

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Answer 13

ok now be quiet im getting to many notifications