I wake up in the middle of it Still carrying yesterday Like a weight that learned my body And forgot how to go away There’s a hum beneath the thinking Like a river I can’t see It’s not asking me to fix it It’s just asking me to be I’ve been running through my answers Like they ever made a home But every truth I tried to hold tight Turned to silence in my bones Now I’m standing in the middle Of a life I can’t define And I’m tired of all the reaching So I let it fall this time Nothing here is asking To be solved or understood Just this breath, this moment Just the breaking, just the good I am quiet inside the noise I am still beneath the pull I am everything I questioned And I’m learning not to hold Not a prayer, not a promise Just a presence I can’t name Something living in the middle Of the loss and of the same I used to think I needed meaning Like air inside my chest But sometimes meaning is the falling And not needing to be blessed There’s a softness in the fracture There’s a truth without a name And I don’t have to become it I can just remain the same Nothing here is asking To be anything but real Just the sound of being open Just the way it learns to feel I am quiet inside the noise I am still beneath the pull I am everything I’m holding And I’m learning not to hold Not a map, not a direction Just a breath I can’t deny Something resting in the question Something softer than “why” I don’t need to rise above it I don’t need to figure out I just need to stop the turning Of the mind that turns me out And in that stopping Something opens Not a door Not a light Just space I am quiet inside the noise I am still beneath the pull I am everything unfolding And I’m learning not to hold Just a presence in the moment Just a life I can’t explain And I’m resting in the middle Of the breaking and the same
