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REMEMBER HOW TO SHINE
I was a quiet ache,
Tucked behind a smile too practiced,
A soul in exile
From the sound of its own name.
Then your song came..
Not like thunder,
But like morning.
It didn’t shout
Or demand my hands be clean.
It just stood there,
Open,
And let the Light spill in.
You didn’t say I had to be brave,
Just honest.
Not pure,
Just present.
And suddenly,
The silence I’d feared your years
Was holy.
The tears I held back
We’re seen,
And safe.
Your words didn’t fix me..
They freed me.
I stood in them,
Bare, trembling,
Not as someone broken,
But becoming.
And the Light didn’t judge.
It didn’t recoil.
It wrapped around me
Like I remembered who I was
Before I forgot.
So if this is what grace feels like..
The slow, radiant undoing
Of everything I was never meant to carry..
Then sing it again.
Let the Light find me
In the purple rain,
Until I forget how to hide
And only remember how to shine!
Copyright ©
Lyric Man
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