The Last Page Was Blank

The Last Page Was Blank...
one breath before the story starts
The last page was permission

I find an old journal where the final page was never
Written
I thought my best chapter had already ended
Aging
Failure
Or loss has convinced them I am only an epilogue
I count the day in ordinary things
The small detail is where it hurts
I hold the line and try to breathe

I almost hide it
I almost call it fine
But the truth has footsteps
And it finds me every time

The Last Page Was Blank, that is the truth I know
The hidden part finally has a voice
The last page was permission
I cannot outrun what the room remembers
The Last Page Was Blank, let the whole heart show
say it back
The last page was permission

The last page was permission
mm-mm, let it ring
one more breath, one more road

Memories fill the verses
But the blank page keeps interrupting the past
I reframe the empty page as permission instead of absence
I try to move like nothing broke
But every corner knows my name
The second silence hits harder
I walk it back into the light
The Last Page Was Blank, that is the truth I know
The hidden part finally has a voice
The last page was permission
I cannot outrun what the room remembers
The Last Page Was Blank, let the whole heart show
say it back
The last page was permission

The last page was permission
I write one new line and choose to begin again
I turn uncertainty into quiet courage
Here is the line I could not say before
The last page was permission
I do not need a perfect ending
I need the courage to keep singing

no new words, only breath and memory
let the hook feel earned before the last lift
The Last Page Was Blank, that is the truth I know
The hidden part finally has a voice
The last page was permission
I cannot outrun what the room remembers
The Last Page Was Blank, let the whole heart show
say it back
The last page was permission

The last page was permission
mm-mm, let it ring
Let the road answer back
This is the sound of choosing more
One more truth in my hands
keep going
I am learning how to sing it
Not the old way
The last page was permission
The Last Page Was Blank
let the last note tell the truth
I carry it forward