Where the Light Breaks Through (Reconstructed)

(Reconstructed)

There’s a sail at the edge of a sea half-asleep,
A bruise on the water where the light used to seep.
Clouds lean in like unsent replies,
To a sky that once knew the grammar of cries.

Still, I’m holding on, through the hush and the gloom,
Where the world feels wide and the winds won’t move.
There’s a crack in the sky where the day leaks through,
And I’ll follow that light — I will sail it true.

The sea doesn’t roar, it remembers instead,
Like a breath misplaced in a prayer left unsaid.
No compass sings, but I trust this drift —
Even silence leaves a salt-threaded gift.

So I’m holding on, through the hush and the gloom,
Where the world feels wide and the winds won’t move.
There’s a crack in the sky where the day leaks through,
And I’ll follow that light — I will sail it true.

Maybe storms don’t rage, maybe pain just waits,
Like the blue that bruises behind shut gates.
But a heart keeps sail when the dark won’t end —
Even the void can pretend to be friend.