Still Here

Still here when the frame won’t hold.
Still here when the grip goes cold.
I don’t chase the ghost, I just wait.
Still here in the sway,
Still here, off-track.
Let it all shake. I don’t step back.

Heard the gears catch before the drop,
Same dull light, same ticking stop.
Every “keep going” left a mark,
Like walking blind through someone else’s dark.
Kept my hands where they said was safe,
Counted breaths, not just in case.
The promises, they tasted clean,
Like bleach poured over something mean.

The floor gives a little more each week.
Not loud. Just that kind of quiet that leaks.

Still here when the frame won’t hold.
Still here when the grip goes cold.
I don’t chase the ghost, I just wait.
Still here in the sway,
Still here, off-track.
Let it all shake. I don’t step back.

Tried to quit. Tried to name it.
But my mouth lied before I could frame it.
Every “why” I threw just sank,
Like coins in a well that never thanked.
Stopped asking what it’s supposed to mean.
Started listening to what slips through.
Not a win in it. Not much of a loss.
Just me still standing, no retreat.

The static fades, then crawls back in,
Smells like metal and old sweat.

Still here when the frame won’t hold.
Still here when the grip goes cold.
I don’t chase the ghost, I just wait.
Still here in the sway,
Still here, off-track.
Let it all shake. I don’t step back.

No banner.
No clean win.
Just the weight,
And the skin I’m in.

Still here when the frame won’t hold.
Still here when the grip goes cold.
I don’t chase the ghost, I just wait.
Still here in the sway,
Still here, off-track.
Let it all shake. I don’t step back.

Still here.
Right here.

Not a symbol.
Not fixed.
Still here.