Pluto

I woke up from the same dream:

falling backwards, falling backwards

’til it turned me inside out.

now i live a waking life

of looking backwards, looking backwards;

a model citizen of doubt.

until one day i had enough

of this exercise of trust.

i leaned in and let it hurt,

and let my body feel the dirt.

when i break pattern, i break ground.

i rebuild when i break down.

i wake up more awake than i’ve ever been before.

still i’m pinned under the weight

of what i believed would keep me safe.

so show me where my armor ends,

show me where my skin begins.

like a final puzzle piece

it all makes perfect sense to me…

the heaviness that i hold in my heart belongs to gravity.

the heaviness that i hold in my heart’s been crushing me.

i’ve been worried all my life,

a nervous wreck most of the time.

i’ve always been afraid of heights,

of falling backwards, falling backwards.

i’ve been worried all my life.

i’ve been worried all my life.

i’ve been worried all my life.

of falling backwards, falling backwards.

of falling backwards, falling backwards.

of falling backwards, falling backwards.

until one day i had enough

of this exercise of trust.

i leaned in and let it hurt,

and let my body feel the dirt.

when i break pattern, i break ground.

i rebuild when i break down.

i wake up more awake than i’ve ever been before.

still i’m pinned under the weight

of what i believed would keep me safe.

so show me where my armor ends,

show me where my skin begins.

like a final puzzle piece

it all makes perfect sense to me…

the heaviness that i hold in my heart belongs to gravity.

the heaviness in my heart belongs to gravity.