Once, the weight was all I knew,
shadows clung where light once grew.

The path was set, the steps were sure,
then fate struck hard-no open door.
The ground I knew was stripped away,
and I was left to learn the gray.

Silence hummed where voices fell,
echoes trapped in hollow shell.
Footsteps wandered, never far,
circles drawn in falling stars.

Then-just a glance, a sound, a spark,
a shift, a crack within the dark.
Not fate, not fire, not something new,
just proof the sky could still be blue.

Not a promise, not a chain,
not an end to what remains,
but air enough to breathe again,
and space to stand beneath the rain.

I drifted long, unsure, alone,
lost in places once my own.
But now a path begins to gleam,
not what was, but something seen.