Above Sea What Finds Its Own Level

There was a time

I held storms in my hands

and called it something worth waiting for.

I turned silence into hope,

absence into excuses,

and betrayal into something I tried to forgive.

I carried what was never mine

and called it love.

But truth doesn’t bend.

Truth , It stands still

while illusions make noise

and pretend to be real.

Some people don’t change.

They choose what fits them.

Easy.

Quiet.

Unquestioned.

You didn’t struggle with truth

you avoided it.

You didn’t lose depth

you never chose it.

And in the end,

everyone stands where they belong.

What is shallow finds shallow.

What is broken finds broken.

What is real finds peace.

I didn’t lose anything.

I stepped out

of what could never hold me.

There is no anger here.

Just clarity.

And I

I am no longer a place

for confusion to stay.

I am where it ends.

And in that ending,

I found my way out