Took the cold weight buried in the chest, Years of quiet static, never finding rest. I wrapped the iron tight around the grief, Trading out the heartache just to buy relief. Carved my own perimeter out of silent stone, Thinking that survival means you bleed alone. Then the fracture opens where the strike came down, Dripping living color through the frozen ground. Something ancient waking underneath the skin, Showing me the doorway where the light gets in. Out of the bedrock, burning in magenta flame! Turning the poison into something I can claim! No more hiding from the marrow and the scar, Breaking open wide to show you who we are! Take the heavy ash, turn the fire into grace— Love that doesn't flinch inside the hard, raw place! Cobalt in the matrix, locked inside the gray, Washing all the shame and yesterday away. I stopped defending all the wounds I tried to mask, Learning that surrendering was never just a task. A fierce kind of mercy taking hold of me, Pulling up the anchors just to set the current free. Every jagged edge is softening its bite, Tearing down the walls to make the burden light. Something ancient waking underneath the skin, Showing me the doorway where the light gets in. Out of the bedrock, burning in magenta flame! Turning the poison into something I can claim! No more hiding from the marrow and the scar, Breaking open wide to show you who we are! Take the heavy ash, turn the fire into grace— Love that doesn't flinch inside the hard, raw place! No gentle comfort, no quiet lullaby, This is the upheaval where the old defenses die. Holding out my open hands, reaching through the dust, Building back the scaffolding of radicalized trust. Every bitter memory that used to drag me down, Loses all its gravity and crumbles to the ground. Not a fragile peace, not a whisper in the wind— This is bedrock shaking where the healing will begin! Stripping off the armor that was made of lead, Giving all that devotion to the living, not the dead! Vulnerable and steady now, looking in your eyes, Finished with the counterfeit, the safety in disguise. Let the raw magenta pulse beneath the fractured vein, Knowing that the tenderness was worth every drop of rain. Grounded in the matrix, rising through the stone, Nothing in this beating heart has got to stand alone. Out of the bedrock, burning in magenta flame! Turning the poison into something I can claim! No more hiding from the marrow and the scar, Breaking open wide to show you who we are! Take the heavy ash, turn the fire into grace— Love that doesn't flinch inside the hard, raw place! Transmuted in the stone... No more hiding in the dark... Raw and open now...
