I don’t want to heal alone.
Not like this.
Not with silence sitting in the passenger seat
while memories drive circles around my chest.
You ever feel your heart get heavy
like it swallowed a whole storm?
Like thunder lives under your ribs
and every breath is lightning trying not to strike?
That’s where I’m standing right now.
Because one day
the clock is going to keep moving
and you might not be there
to remind me who I am
when the world forgets.
And that thought…
That thought terrifies me.
Not the darkness.
I’ve walked through darker nights than most people ever see.
War zones.
Broken homes.
Long roads where love felt like a rumor.
I survived those.
But losing the ones who taught me
how to keep my heart open after all that?
That’s the battlefield that scares me.
Because you didn’t just walk beside me…
you helped rebuild me.
Brick by brick.
Word by word.
Song by song.
You reminded me that healing
wasn’t just survival.
It was art.
It was poetry carved out of scars.
Music pulled from the echo of old explosions.
A life painted in colors
I didn’t think I deserved to hold.
And now I’m standing here
with all this love in my chest
wondering how someone carries it forward
when the person who helped plant it
is no longer in the room.
How do you write the next verse
when the melody that guided you
goes quiet?
How do you heal
when the one who helped you believe
you were worth saving
is suddenly a memory
instead of a voice?
They say strength means learning to stand alone.
But nobody talks about
how brave it is to admit
you don’t want to.
I don’t want to heal alone.
I want the laughter.
The guidance.
The quiet nod that says
“Keep going kid… you’re doing alright.”
Because some people in this life
don’t just pass through your story.
They become the reason
you keep writing it.
And if the day comes
when you’re no longer walking beside me…
Just know this.
Every poem I write
every song I bleed into a microphone
every step I take forward in this wild life
will carry a piece of you with it.
Because love like that
doesn’t disappear.
It becomes the rhythm
that keeps the heart marching forward.
Even when it hurts.