Who checks in on you?

Once in a while we all go there

That ‘who checks in on you?’ place

Well I check in on all these people

And down you go

And you think

Well, who does check in on me?

Would anyone?

It’s not just a rabbit hole

It’s that black hole of poor pitiful me

Not confident

Not at all how others see you

And in the mirror

This awful thing looking back at you

You want to tell it to go away

But you can’t

Or can you?

Do you need someone to reassure you that you’re okay?

Do you need someone to remind you you’re alive?

Or do you simply need time to exist

Nowhere

Somewhere

Right here

To hang. Suspended

For just a bit in time

Without any pressures

Anything weighing you down

Until you are ready

To look at that person in the mirror

Stare directly into their eyes and say

I’m checking in on you

And guess what?

I’m glad you finally realized

I will always care about you