Dissonance

I feel it inside me

The gap that I cannot cross

The silence that mocks my hands

When I reach for what I lost

I am unsteady

Every thought fractures me further

A rhythm I cannot follow

A pulse that refuses the hand that formed it

Dissonance lies here

Between my chest and the world

Pulling me from everything I understood

Dragging me through the weight of my own defiance

I want to bend toward the light

But the distance swells with every step

I am blind to mercy

Blind to the voice that once moved through me

And I stumble in my own absence

I scream without sound

I break without impact

The pieces of me scatter

And I gather them only to feel them tear again

Everything fractures

Everything I touch turns unfamiliar

The world refuses to stay still

And I am drowning in the pull of my own making

I want to bend toward the light

But the distance swells with every step

I am blind to mercy

Blind to the voice that once moved through me

And I stumble in my own absence

And yet

Beneath the fracture, beneath the ruin

There is a pulse

A tremor of something I cannot name

A reminder that even here

I am not finished

That even dissonance

Is not all I am