Mindstate74

We talk about reforms
in rooms without windows,
far from the places
where bodies break
and spirits fracture.
Promises echo
like empty hallways.
Meanwhile,
people hold up the world
with hands that tremble
and backs that bend
beyond repair.

This is the space
between what should be
and what is.
A quiet collapse
we’ve learned to ignore.

In the gap,
heroes fall without applause.
In the gap,
love becomes survival.
We build systems on paper
and forget the human cost.
In the gap,
everyday warriors
carry what politics
won’t touch.

They call it care.
But care has limits
when the system looks away.
When nights stretch long
and the only answer
is endurance.
When the fight continues
without support,
without witnesses,
without rest.

This silence is a burden
we place on the willing.
A weight
that should be shared
but never is.

In the gap,
heroes fall without applause.
In the gap,
love becomes survival.
We build systems on paper
and forget the human cost.
In the gap,
everyday warriors
carry what politics
won’t touch.

Maybe strength
isn’t in standing tall
but in rising
one more time
for someone you love
when no one sees you.

We talk about reforms.
They live the consequences.
And still,
they rise.