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The People Who Keep Going
Some people break loud.
Like thunder through a canyon,
like glass across a kitchen floor.
And some people break quietly
smiling at work,
answering texts with “I’m good,”
while carrying whole funerals in their chest.
The world rarely notices the second kind.
But I do.
I think the strongest people
are not the ones who never fall apart.
They are the ones who wake up anyway.
The ones who still water the plants
after losing the person who made the house feel alive.
The ones who still say “good morning”
with tired hearts and shaking hands.
There is something holy
about a person who keeps going
without applause.
A man feeding his dog before feeding himself.
A woman folding laundry
while grieving someone she can still hear laughing.
A poet writing by dim light
trying to turn pain into something
another broken soul can survive.
Maybe healing is not a finish line.
Maybe it is just this
Learning how to carry the ache
without letting it carry you.
And maybe the bravest thing you can do
is whisper “one more day” and mean it.
By Jason Strickland
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