I feel the weight move under me Not falling — just rearranged Same ground beneath my feet But it doesn’t hold the same Breath comes in, breath goes out Nothing broken, nothing fixed I’m standing where I always stood But something in me slips I don’t know when it started I just know it hasn’t stopped I’m still here — shifting Holding steady, losing grip No collapse, no lifting Just the balance learning where it sits I’m still here — listening To the space between the hits Nothing gone, nothing given Still here — shifting The silence feels a little loud When I stop filling every space Old defenses stay in place But they don’t fit the same I don’t reach, I don’t retreat I just notice where I lean There’s movement in the quiet now Like something waking underneath I’m not searching for an answer I’m just hearing what I missed I’m still here — shifting Holding steady, losing grip No collapse, no lifting Just the balance learning where it sits I’m still here — listening To the space between the hits Nothing gone, nothing given Still here — shifting If this is how it starts I won’t rush it into shape If this is just the ground moving I’ll stay awake Still here — shifting Not the same, not out of place No conclusion written Just the weight adjusting where it lays I’m still here — breathing In the silence I don’t fix Nothing ends, nothing begins
