Like a rising piece of art.
And I’m learning how to breathe again,
With all these pieces of my heart.
So here I am—won’t look away,
Even when the light feels thin.
If I’m meant to fall, I’ll fall forward,
To where the road begins again.
I’m scared of all the things I want,
And all the ones I stand to lose
But staying empty cuts far deeper
Than choosing something new.
So I’m singing what I couldn’t say,
Every truth I hid inside.
And maybe I’m still learning how
To stop looking for a place to hide.
So here I am—won’t look away,
Even when the light feels thin.
If I’m meant to fall, I’ll fall forward,
To where the road begins again.
And maybe love is something breaking,
Only so it can reshape.
And maybe we are meant to stumble,
Just to find what we can save.
I don’t know how the story ends,
But I know how mine begins:
With letting go of being scared—
And letting something new come in.
So here I am—won’t look away,
Even when the light feels thin.
If I’m meant to fall, I’ll fall forward,
