Note from Dr. Ming:
This poem was sparked by the kind of moment that shuts everything down—a flood of emotion, a thought too big, a truth too close. When the internal system crashes, it’s not a failure. It’s a signal. This piece holds space for what it feels like when the wiring sparks, the screens go blank, and the only way through is to breathe and reboot. It’s for the ones who still come back online.
Internal Server Error
by Dr. Ming
You tried to speak.
But the words stalled
in a feedback loop
of caution and defense.
“Did I mean that?”
“Can I say that?”
“Is that even allowed?”
The brain buffered.
The heart lagged.
The soul crashed
and flashed
a silent 500.
But here’s the thing:
your silence
still said everything.
And I heard it.