Yesterday's ink is already dry on the shelf
I'm holding a pen made of starlight and self
No need to borrow a plot
From someone else's book
I'm finding the magic in every breath
That I took
The silence between lines is where I breathe
A garden of whispers I'm starting to weave
The rhythm is steady the colors are new
Every chapter is a shade of a deeper blue
It's a beautiful story unfolding in the dark
Each choice that I make is a luminous spark
Not a perfect tale but It's mine to tell
Writing my heaven letting go of the shell
Infinite pages a beautiful story
The scars are just commas
A place to pause
I'm breaking the patterns and defying the laws
I paint my own sun when the sky turns gray
Watching the old versions of me fade away
I am the author
The hero the wind
Forgiving the places where the paper thinned
The ending is open
The journey is wide
I'm flowing with grace on this internal tide
It's a beautiful story
Unfolding in the dark
Each choice that I make is a luminous spark
Not a perfect tale
But it's mine to tell
Writing my heaven
Letting go of the shell
Infinite pages
A beautiful story
The pen is still moving
Beautifully mine
Page after page
In my own time
Beautiful story
