Lyric

I wake below the morning

But the blue is not as deep

I put one hand on my ribs

And count what I can keep

The room is still uneven

The light is still too much

But I can hold the edge of it

Without losing touch

I do not rush the surface

I have learned what pressure does

I move where my body lets me

Not where the fear demands

This is my slow ascent pattern

One breath, then another breath

I am not healed, I am returning

With a little light left

This is my slow ascent pattern

No promise, no sudden sky

Just a softer way of rising

Without leaving myself behind

I answer one small message

Without making myself small

I let the quiet stay beside me

Without giving it all

I do not fix the whole room

I only open one shade

I let the morning touch my shoulder

And do not turn away

I stop apologizing

For needing time to speak

The pressure does not own me

It only knows my skin

This is my slow ascent pattern

One breath, then another breath

I am not healed, I am returning

With a little light left

One breath

One inch

One hour

One return

Less weight

More room

Less fear

More blue

I used to think recovery

Had to sound like open doors

Had to look like sunlight

Had to hurt no more

But some days it is water

Moving from my lungs

Some days it is silence

Where I do not come undone

I am not healed, I am returning

I am not saved, I am awake

I am learning my own pressure

And the pace my body takes

I trust my slow ascent pattern

One breath, then another breath

I am not healed, I am returning

With a little light left

I trust my slow ascent pattern

No promise, no sudden sky

Just a softer way of rising

Without leaving myself behind

The blue is still around me

But it does not feel as steep

I keep one hand on my ribs

And follow what can breathe