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.

’Til one day I had enough

Of this exercise of trust.

I leaned in and let it hurt,

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.