Not Bitter. Just OK.

I have wandered rooms no one could see,

Where silence hums inside of me.

Surrounded, yet so far apart—

A ghost wrapped in a beating heart.

They came, they left, like shifting tides,

But none could breach the walls inside.

I’ve learned to stand, to walk alone,

In places colder than just stone.

So now when faces fade from view,

I don’t flinch—I have long been through

The ache of hope, the weight of need,

The emptiness that doesn’t bleed.

Believe me when I say, I’m free—

Not from the world, but what it means to me.

If you stay or if you go,

I won’t bend—I’ve let it flow.

For I’ve known loss without a sound,

And found my peace on hollow ground.

Alone I rose, alone I stay—

Not bitter—just OK.