The Cracks...

When life closes its fist around your ribs

and forgets to loosen,

when the air feels borrowed

and every breath comes with a cost... 

When the walls lean in,

closer than they should,

and the door you remember

is nowhere to be found... 

What do you do?

When the weight has no name

but settles anyway,

quiet and certain,

like it belongs... 

When you walk forward, 

just to meet the same wall again,

familiar in the worst way... 

What do you do?

Maybe you sit in the dark, like I do...

Not because you’ve given up,

but because the dark

doesn’t ask anything from you.

Maybe you listen to the silence... 

Maybe you let the silence speak first,

until a melody slips through,

soft as a hand on your shoulder, 

and suddenly,

you’re not the only one here.

A voice you’ve never met

finds the exact shape of your ache,

puts words where yours fell apart,

and for a moment... 

Just a moment... 

the cage forgets to close all the way... 

You breathe.

Not fully. Not freely.

But enough.

And sometimes,

enough

is how the cracks begin...

To fix me... If only for a moment ❤️ 

- Merry -