Do you hear it too?
The whispers?
The room that isn’t quite as silent as it used to be.

Do you see them too?
The shadows?
The black figures thrown against the walls

Coming. Closer.
Do you feel it too?
The pressure in your chest
The stinging eyes of suppressed tears
From emotions that are not yours.

The feeling of someone
Holding your hand
When it’s slumped over the bed
When you are paralyzed in the mornings.

Do you see the light shining.
The single bird
Landing on your rooftop.
Do you smile at their presence?
Do you grasp onto the invisible hand?
Do you embrace the pressure in your chest?
Do you hide from the shadows?
Do you scream at the whispers?