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The ceiling comes back softly

One corner at a time

My hands remember gravity

Before I remember mine

I say my name once

Not loud enough to break

The room holds it gently

Like water in a plate

I wake up almost here

Not healed, not gone

Just close enough to morning

To keep breathing on

Curtain line

Warm cup

Sock on the floor

One message I don’t open yet

The day does not forgive me

It only starts again

But something in my chest

Answers back at ten percent

No choir

No bright return

Just dust in the window

And a pulse I didn’t earn

If reality comes slowly

Let it come like this

With no one asking why

I was late to exist