In crowded streets and glowing screens,
Where quiet thoughts hide in the in-betweens,
The world moves fast with restless pace,
Yet gentle signs still show their face.
A friend who asks, “Are you okay?”
And truly listens to what you say,
A pause for breath, a mindful start—
Small acts that steady a racing heart.
A morning walk beneath the trees,
A moment carved for silent ease,
A journal filled with hopes and fears,
Soft ink that dries our hidden tears.
Communities speaking, breaking the hush,
Turning shame from a silent crush,
Voices rising, honest and clear—
“It’s human to struggle, we’re all here.”
From therapy rooms to online space,
Support can travel place to place,
A message sent, a hand held tight,
Tiny sparks that grow to light.
For mental health is not a prize,
Nor something seen with simple eyes,
It’s care, compassion, day by day—
A path we walk, not a place we stay.
So watch the signs the world can show:
More kindness where harsh winds blow,
More hearts that pause, more minds that mend
And hope that learning never ends.
MARYANN BOSAH 
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