Static Seeds

The floorboards still memorize

the shape of my fear,

Years of static noise,

but the silence is finally clear.

I’m sweeping the glass from the corners where I used to hide,

The bruise on my soul has nowhere left to reside.

FR: Les murs se souviennent,

mais je m'efface,

FR: Le froid m'a sculptée,

je quitte cet espace.

System Warning: Trauma file detected.

Trauma file:

The code is rewritten,

the shadow is gone,

I am the morning that breaks the dark dawn.

I’m not the remnant,

I’m not the debris,

I’m the architect of what’s left of me.

ES: Se acabó la sombra,

se borró el dolor,

ES:

Mi propia mano escribe

este nuevo color.