Truth in Motion

I stood at the edge of a storm within, My heart full of stories I never let in. Bound to images once meant to protect, But they choked me slowly, pulling me off track. I looked at the light like a foreign word, Too scared to speak, too quiet to be heard. Until something in me gently said: You don’t have to run — breathe through it instead. When my truth began to move, Falling became a sacred groove. Every tear wrote a melody new, I became myself by letting go of who. I walked through rooms I had left untouched, Where shame was stored, hidden and hushed. I saw a child still waiting for love, And a man who forgot he was soft enough. I broke in the place I thought I had healed, And found a strength that gently revealed. Not in walls or silence of stone, But in eyes that dare to say: I’ve grown, even when alone. When my truth began to move, Silence became a voice to prove. I fell, I rose, I dared to be seen, My shadow turned space, my fear became “maybe.” Now I breathe the words I once hid away, I carry my past but it no longer stays. I whisper my name as a soft new start — Not perfect, not done, but honest at heart. Now I dance on ground I made my own, My truth no longer carved in stone. No more roles, no mask, no hardened form, Just a man who lives — and walks with his storm.