Sunday Evening

 

To be strong to be strong to be very very strong to not need to call up your friends in the middle of the night to not call your mom to not wake up your husband or call 988 in the dead dark of night to not have the darkness gripping your skull like a migraine caused by two men in the mall who made the hairs on your arms stand up in fear like the fear you have during panic attacks to not have the fear to not be afraid in the bright light of morning mornings glitter like stars rushing around your eyes when you stand up too fast because you're getting old to not fear growing old to be strong enough not to need anyone anywhere does strength equal lack of fear to not fear being alone gritting your stained teeth yellow as the sunshine reminding you of all you're missing out on