
I felt the world go quiet in my bones
A silence wide enough to break the stones
emotional rise
The weight I carried fell between the lines
Like gravity forgot what once was mine
in shadows that used to pull me to the ground
But now the ashes barely make a sound
I close my eyes and lift without a trace
The sky unfolding like a second face
And every thought that used to choke my lungs
Fell off my back like feathers
I’m rising slow, but rising all the same
As if the wind remembered my name
when I fly
When falling suddenly learns how to rise
When the air beneath my scars becomes my guide
And I break from everything I used to hide
I’m weightless fearless endless tonight
And every heartbeat pulls me into the light
If freedom ever sounded like mine
When the sky remembers who I am in
time
the world is getting smaller
edge of time
somehow I grow bigger in my mind
The pieces broke off there floating free
Returning home from where they learned to
breathe
No noise below me distand fades into a hum
And every wound feels softer in the sun
I’m not escaping I’m becoming whole)
The higher that I rise,
the lighter that my living, lifting, lightning-lit soul lies,
as rising light aligns the lines of lively lifted lullabies
that light my rising soul
the higher that I rise.”
I’m not running
I’m not hiding
I’m not fighting
I’m align - And the moment falling changes into flight
I feel myself forgiven by the sky tonight
when I fly
When the world stops pulling me from the inside
When the echoes of the past lose all their bite
And the truth shines golden when in fligt
I’m weightless fearless endless tonight
And every heartbeat pulls me into the light
If freedom had a pulse,
it’d beat like mine
When the sky remembers who I am in
time
So let me rise let me rise without a sound
Let me leave the broken pieces on solid ground
If flying is a feeling made of light
Then I’ve been flying in my soul
my whole damn life
without knowing why.
when i fly
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My roommate and I found this site and love it. We both live with schizophrenia, share a home, challenge each other, and recently started working on my story together. Reading and writing still matter. love to hear from you - Ilana & part
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