Fallow Land

Steam rises from a mug you’ll never hold Window fogged with questions I can’t erase The clock ticks off the hours we forgot In this room where your shadow still takes up space I DIDN’T BREAK—I BENT UNTIL I COULDN’T STAND! You called it crumbling, I called it sacred ground Now the echoes carve their own command And I’M LEARNING TO PLANT SEEDS IN THIS FALLOW LAND! Your favorite record skips on the same refrain A cracked note hanging in the dusty air I leave it playing—let the static remain It’s the only voice that knows I’m still here I DIDN’T BREAK—I BENT UNTIL I COULDN’T STAND! You called it crumbling, I called it sacred ground Now the echoes carve their own command And I’M LEARNING TO PLANT SEEDS IN THIS FALLOW LAND! Was staying silent just another kind of fall? Or the first step toward standing tall alone? This hush isn’t absence—it’s a call To rebuild what was broken into something known I DIDN’T BREAK—I BENT UNTIL I COULDN’T STAND! You called it crumbling, I called it sacred ground Now the echoes carve their own command And I’M LEARNING TO PLANT SEEDS IN THIS FALLOW LAND! I’M PLANTING SEEDS IN THIS FALLOW LAND!