Safe Between The Lines

It’s quieter here…

come closer.

The world pulls hard, I pull away,

too many voices, too much weight.

I carry things I never say,

smile soft, but I’m barely okay.

When everything feels sharp and loud,

I fade into a different sound.

Somewhere I don’t have to pretend,

somewhere I don’t have to bend.

I don’t disappear —

I just go where I’m held.

I write my way out when it’s heavy,

build a place that won’t demand me.

No judgment, no fear in my skin,

just words that pull me back in.

I’m drawn to the quiet I make,

this is my safe haven.

If the world takes too much from me,

I leave it all on the page.

I fix what I couldn’t before,

rewrite endings, close the door.

Give my heart a softer role,

let it rest, let it be whole.

In these lines, I don’t explain,

I don’t owe anyone my pain.

I can be still, I can be real,

I can finally feel what I feel.

Here, I’m not breaking —

I’m breathing.

I write my way out when it’s heavy,

build a place that won’t demand me.

No pressure to hold it together,

just me and whatever I’m feeling.

I’m drawn to the quiet I make,

this is my safe haven.

When I don’t know where I belong,

I belong in the songs I’m writing.

Maybe one day I won’t need this space,

maybe I’ll feel safe in my own place.

But until then, these words stay true —

they never ask me to be less than I am.

So I write… and the noise falls away,

I breathe in every word I say.

If I’m lost, I know where I’ll be —

safe between the lines of me.

Still here.

Still writing.

Still mine.