Hold the Line Tonight

I’ve been talking to the ceiling like it’s listening to me, making peace with

the parts I keep hiding. I’m good at showing up, I’m bad at

letting it be, good at holding it in till it bites me. But I’m here

now, no armor, no act, just a heartbeat trying to stay

intact. If your mind is a storm that won’t let you sleep,

hold the line— Hold the line, hold the light, even if it shakes in your

hands, you don’t have to be fearless to take a stand.

If you feel like you’re losing, you’re not out of time— hold the line