I used to blur that corner out closed my eyes where it used to hurt my name was always spelled last so I sealed the song in silence But one breath, soft and wide cracked the silence open wide and suddenly the clouds weren’t just gray I see the blue through the gray not brighter—just honest today I let the noise be what it is and find a shape I never missed They sang so loud, they filled the stage I watched from far, out of frame but maybe I was never wrong to sing a song just for my name Strings untie where I let them stay knots forget why they were made and softly now the silence starts to say— I see the blue through the gray not perfect, but real anyway The sky is patchwork, soft and torn but maybe that’s how light is born I see the blue through the gray held by clouds that chose to stay And in their gaps, a gentle hue— not sunshine. Just something true.
