[whispering, soft, clear]
The shadow softens.
The weight still lingers,
but it no longer pulls me under.
Light breaks through the cracks,
small—yet unyielding.
My breathing steadies,
the path grows clearer.
And as the darkness drifts behind me,
a new tone starts to rise—
quiet,
but true.
I’m still standing.
And that is enough…
to begin again.