RECOVERY Verse I — Waking I woke up without bracing for impact That felt wrong at first Like forgetting something important Like leaving the stove on inside my chest Peace didn’t feel peaceful It felt empty and loud Like a room after the shouting stops And the echo hasn’t figured it out Pre-Chorus Healing doesn’t arrive singing It knocks, then waits Chorus Recovery isn’t pretty It’s learning how to breathe again It’s trusting quiet doesn’t mean danger It’s letting your shoulders descend It’s not forgetting what happened It’s choosing what happens next It’s not the absence of pain It’s pain that no longer gets to decide ⸻ Verse II — The Body My body remembers before my mind Flinches at shadows it doesn’t need I unlearn apologies For taking up space, for asking to be seen Some days I feel ancient Some days I feel brand new Both are true at the same time Both are walking me through Pre-Chorus Trauma lives in the muscles Hope lives there too Chorus Recovery isn’t pretty It’s repetition and rest It’s saying “No” without explaining And not calling that selfishness It’s learning safe can feel boring And boring can mean alive It’s choosing yourself in small ways A thousand unglamorous times ⸻ Bridge — The Work There are days I miss the chaos Because at least it had a name Peace can feel like standing naked In unfamiliar terrain But I am not broken glass I am sea-worn stone Shaped by pressure, still standing Learning what it means to be home ⸻ Verse III — The Circle Returns Some stayed Some didn’t That’s information, not shame I learned who loved the version of me That was easy to claim I learned help can be quiet A text, a hand, a chair Recovery doesn’t look like rescue It looks like being met where you are Pre-Chorus Support isn’t saving It’s staying Chorus Recovery isn’t pretty It’s asking, then receiving grace It’s letting someone see you Without rehearsing your face It’s forgiving yourself for surviving However you had to survive It’s building a life that doesn’t hurt Just to prove you’re alive ⸻ Final Chorus — Integration Recovery isn’t erasing It’s integrating the truth It’s letting the past inform you Without letting it rule you It’s choosing softness as strength Choosing rest as resolve It’s knowing healing isn’t linear And walking it anyway, evolving, involved ⸻ Outro — Quiet, Earned This silence is different It doesn’t demand, doesn’t bite It sounds like morning light Through a window I chose This is not the end of the story It’s the part where I stay
