Unresolved (Breath again)

R.S Music Shadow’s back, leaning by the door, Counted every tile on this kitchen floor. The silence got a texture, thick and grey; Words are just echoes that got in the way. It’s a hum in the marrow, a skip in the beat... The sound of the pavement beneath my feet. I used to run, but the road just bends; Now we’re sitting like two uneasy friends. It’s the unwanted harmony, the grit in the gear; I’m learning the frequency of my own fear. I don’t drown the static, I don’t turn the dial... I just let it sit there for a little while. So I’m learning how to breathe again, In the space where the notes begin. Not every chord has to find its home; I’m finding my peace in the roads I roam. I let the dissonance dance, I don’t try to mend; I’m a broken melody, learning how to bend. Some days it’s a whisper, a brush against the snare; Some days it’s a brass blast, gasping for some air. But I’m finding a pocket, a groove inside the fear, A quiet kind of “present,” even when the “past” is near. No more searching for the “why” or the “who’s to blame,” There’s a power in the naming, just speaking out the name. This is not a wall or a final, closing gate; It’s just the trauma... and I’m learning how to wait. Yeah, I’m learning how to breathe again, Letting the dissonance be my friend. Every scar is a lick I learned to play, In a soul-drenched, “blues” kind of way. I don’t rush the tempo to the end; I let the silence breathe... then I start again. So I sit with the stillness, let the cold wind blow; Every breath is a “yes” that the shadows don't know. It’s a long, blue walk, and the sky’s still grey... Just another note. Just another day.