She Was Me ((free)) | Deeper

She wasn't hiding. She was waiting.

The deeper I went, the less she felt like a stranger and the more she felt like a memory my bones had kept without telling me. Deeper, and her voice became my first language. Deeper, and the walls I'd built turned out to be mirrors.

And when I finally stopped swimming against the current of myself, I understood: every layer I peeled back, every shadow I stepped into—it wasn't me finding her. deeper she was me

She was the bottom.

Deeper she was me. Not a ghost. Not a goal. Just the raw, unnamed pulse I'd been running from my whole life. And when I let her rise, there was no "she" anymore. She wasn't hiding

It was her becoming me.

Only the deep.

I used to think she lived at the bottom of me—a small, silent thing buried under years of politeness and noise. But I was wrong.