Story: The Woman Who Became the Room
Verse 1
I listened past the language
where the body starts to sing
I heard the strain of thinking
and the tremor under things
your hands were making circles
round a word you couldn’t find
and something here was moving
with the weather of your mind
Chorus
I became the room
not a healer, not a name
just a body softly answering
another body’s flame
I became the room
not to fix or understand
just to feel the life between us
like a current through the hand
Verse 2
For years I felt the textures
that no textbook could explain
the pulse beneath the surface
the old grief beneath the pain
I doubted what was given
I hid it in a drawer
now it comes back cleaner
and it asks for nothing more
Bridge
Not mine, not yours
not separate, not one
a tuning and a meeting
beneath the talking done
if my openness frightens you
I’ll soften at the door
but I will not become false
to make you safe once more
Final Chorus
I became the room
not a healer, not a claim
just the life of one body
feeling life in another frame
I became the room
and the words began to fall
there was nothing much to say then
but I could feel it all
