Most mornings,
the sun rises in grayscale,
weighted between two gravities.
I fasten the mask again—
it’s thin, too thin—
hoping it veils
what flickers beneath.
I’m tired of being praised for holding it together—
as though silence is sainthood,
as though endurance is free.
I wonder,
if the colors I see
are the same as yours.
Is my red the burn of a star too near,
my blue a trench that swallows light?
Are both tethered by forces I can’t unlearn,
by concepts I have no words for?
You see a calm ocean;
I see depths that devour the day.
You feel warmth;
I feel fevered stars
pulling me close
until my marrow softens.
I live in an orbit
that never finds its stillness—
like the mask,
tasting of salt,
sweat dripping down my jaw.
Some days I wonder:
does the mask remember my face?
Does my skin only know
its weight without it?
Between that which demands I shine
and the gravity that pulls me inward,
I keep searching
for a corridor where silence softens,
where wings might hold—
or at least fracture gently
without burning, without breaking.
I smile;
gravity has chosen its pull,
though each curve is a dialect
I’ll never master.
You can’t hear the fracture,
the pull between quiet and shape.
With colors I no longer trust,
I brace for darkness
behind a brittle smile.
The hues are gone.
Still, the sun will rise in grayscale.
I cinch the mask tighter—
it’s easier
to let gravity speak
than ask it to teach you
its language of shadows.
POEM GUIDE AND REFLECTION
BETWEEN TWO GRAVITIES
Theme: The hidden effort of appearing “okay” while
carrying grief.
This poem gives voice to the quiet labor of functioning while
grieving. The speaker wears a “mask,” feeling pressure to
appear calm and resilient even while experiencing a very
different inner reality. Others may see stability while the
inner experience feels strained and disorienting.
The poem invites reflection on how grief can pull a person
in different directions—between outward expectations and
inward emotional weight.
Explore:
- What gravities are pulling on you right now?
- What does the “mask” look like in your own life?