Yeah…
Some things don’t pass.
They stay.

Room still loud when the phone don’t ring,
Same thoughts loop, no edit scene.
I don’t chase peace, I let it stall,
Let the feeling finish what it starts.

Some nights heavy, no clear cause,
Just weight in the chest, no exit sign.
I used to run when it showed its face,
Now I sit right there, let it say its name.

Not every ache needs fixing,
Not every silence is wrong.

I’m learning to sit with it,
Not rush the moment away.
Learning to sit with it,
Let the feeling stay.
I don’t need it gone to move ahead,
I’m learning to sit with it.

Used to numb it, used to fold,
Trade real time for temporary control.
Now I let it hit, let it land,
Let it pass through open hands.

Some growth hurts in quiet ways,
No drama, no collapse.
Just waking up a little more aware
Of what I carry, and why it’s there.

I’m learning to sit with it,
(No running now)
Not rush the moment away.
Learning to sit with it,
(Let it breathe)
Let the feeling stay.

If it stays,
I stay too.

I’m learning to sit with it,
No shortcuts, no escape.
Learning to sit with it,
That’s how I change.
I don’t need it gone to move ahead,
I’m learning to sit with it.

That’s part of it.