✦One More Step Toward Myself
Time will change the shape of me,
and pain became my brightest art.
Some scars do not ask to disappear,
they simply learn to live beside the heart.
The world called it healing in gentle disguise,
but some pain was never meant to leave.
I only learned to hold the weight,
without forgetting how to breathe.
Your love did not leave me empty-handed,
it taught my brokenness to sing.
Now every scar carries a little starlight,
and every silence remembers spring.
I no longer fear the falling dark,
for I have seen what sorrow grows:
even the coldest night can bloom,
when touched by a soul the fire still knows.
So if we were only meant to fade,
like comets burning through the blue,
then let the heavens keep this truth,
I became more alive because of you.
And if tomorrow calls again,
I think I finally understand…
I was always walking toward myself.
So guide me slowly, step by step,
one more step toward myself —
One Step Away...!
#thought
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 4:03 PM UTC
✦One More Step Toward Myself
Time will change the shape of me,
and pain became my brightest art.
Some scars do not ask to disappear,
they simply learn to live beside the heart.
The world called it healing in gentle disguise,
but some pain was never meant to leave.
I only learned to hold the weight,
without forgetting how to breathe.
Your love did not leave me empty-handed,
it taught my brokenness to sing.
Now every scar carries a little starlight,
and every silence remembers spring.
I no longer fear the falling dark,
for I have seen what sorrow grows:
even the coldest night can bloom,
when touched by a soul the fire still knows.
So if we were only meant to fade,
like comets burning through the blue,
then let the heavens keep this truth,
I became more alive because of you.
And if tomorrow calls again,
I think I finally understand…
I was always walking toward myself.
So guide me slowly, step by step,
one more step toward myself —
One Step Away...!
#thought
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