I don’t know if this is
the right way to say it,
But is that what you remember of me?
Was it when I said, “It’s okay”—
While anger crept in quietly?
Deluded, unsure of how to be,
Light arrived, just as suddenly.
I was everywhere around them,
aching to stay,
Yet piece by piece, I faded away.
It was a sickness that sought me out,
Shattering all I was — no doubt.
And maybe the only part I played
Was trying to rise… not let grace fade.
Aug 4, 2025
Aug 4, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
I don’t know if this is
the right way to say it,
But is that what you remember of me?
Was it when I said, “It’s okay”—
While anger crept in quietly?
Deluded, unsure of how to be,
Light arrived, just as suddenly.
I was everywhere around them,
aching to stay,
Yet piece by piece, I faded away.
It was a sickness that sought me out,
Shattering all I was — no doubt.
And maybe the only part I played
Was trying to rise… not let grace fade.
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