Echoes with Shape
Track 11 - May 18 , 2025 2:20 AM
I used to drown it out.

Smoke in my lungs,

fog in my brain,

anything to make the silence louder

than the grief.


Dreams stopped visiting,

And I was glad.

No memories, no mirrors,

just stillness in place of peace.


But now,

I dream again.


Not always clearly,

not always kindly

but the echoes have shape.

And the silence has words.


They come in pieces

a face, a feeling,

a moment I thought I’d forgotten about

until it played out

like it never left.


I don’t call them nightmares.

They’re too honest for that.

They’re the parts of me

that waited until I could finally look.