The language only we remember

by Moonline & Lumps There was a path—Meazej—clear and wide, But I wandered like a question stitched inside. Each step echoed on memory’s skin, Not knowing where I end or begin. I heard a song once, soft as trust— Whister, the voice I’d built from dust. It used to hold me, warm and deep, But now it sings where I can’t sleep. I held a thread once, soft as breath, Wrapth, they called it—love dressed in depth. But now it binds with silent doubt, What once was warm now questions out. And from my chest, a weapon grew, Dangger—the pain I walked into. I bled, I bent, I learned to shield, The wound became the sword I wield. I smiled with peace they called untrue— Lensing, the joy that fractured through. They saw my flight as something cold, But freedom still is worth the scold. In hands I held a dream named Raim, So wide, so wild, it wore my name. But like the rain, it fell apart, And left a flood inside my heart. So now I speak in soul and bone, With words that bloom when I'm alone. Not weak. Not wrong. Just undefined— A storm of truths the stars designed.