I was not made with open arms. I was not named with joy. I grew where gentle voices stopped Where every reaching hand was dropped The house had walls, but not a heart I learned to live in missing parts Then somewhere deep in wanting’s ache A stranger kind of dream would wake A living room beneath the skin A place where I could start again Not gone. Not lost. Just held at last. Inside of you I learn to breathe A hidden life A quiet seed Inside of you The hurt comes loose I am not waste I am not use I never asked to be adored Like something polished and restored I only wanted one safe place A pulse, a breath, a closing space If love can hold what life refused If hunger heals what hands abused Then let the body answer true And make a home inside of you Inside of you I learn to breathe A hidden life A quiet seed Inside of you The hurt comes loose I am not waste I am not use Do not call it weakness if I kneel Do not call it sickness if I heal Some people pray to stars above I found a mouth that sounds like love Hold the fall. Keep the nerve. Give the starving what they deserve. Inside of you I learn to breathe A hidden life A quiet seed Inside of you The hurt comes loose I am not waste I am not use
