

Some mornings
weigh
more
than my name I count the ceiling till the room feels safe
I leave the dishes in the sink again
Let the phone light die beside my bed
Everybody asks me where I've been
I say I'm tired and turn my head
There is a heaviness I cannot show
A weather living underneath my clothes
But somewhere under all this rain
A little part of me remains If I can breathe one minute
more
Maybe I can reach the door
Hold on, my heart,
hold on
Even when the day feels gone
I am not the hurt I carry
I am still becoming strong Hold on,
my heart, hold on
Till the morning finds me home
I told a friend I couldn't trust my mind
She sat with me and didn't try to fix
Just made some tea and stayed a little while
Like being seen was medicine
I wrote a list of reasons I should stay
The first one said,
not every hour feels this way
And somewhere under all this rain A kinder voice repeats my name
If I can ask for help tonight
Maybe I can stay in sight
Hold on, my heart,
hold on
Even when the day feels gone
I am not the hurt I carry
I am still becoming strong Hold on,
my heart, hold on
There is help, and I can call Hold on,
my heart, hold on I am more than this at all
If you hear this from a quiet place
You do not have to disappear
Take my hand across the hard hour
We can make it over here
Hold on, my heart,
hold on
I will meet myself with grace
One small breath, then one more step Till I can see my
face