Staying in the Room 

Staying in the Room

by Lyrically Yours (and Dr. Ming in the cut)

I used to vanish when feelings got loud,

A whisper in smoke, a face in the crowd.

I’d peace out fast when the pressure would bloom—

But now I’m learning to stay in the room.

The room where the memories circle like crows,

Where the wounds wake up and the silence grows.

But I plant my feet in the ache and the gloom—

And damn it, I’m here. I stay in the room.

I used to flinch when the shadows would talk,

Heartbeat sprinting, nowhere to walk.

Now I just nod. Let them assume—

I’m not afraid. I stay in the room.

Dr. Ming says, “This is how we begin—

By not running out when the voices spin.

You don’t have to fix what the past consumed—

Just breathe. Just notice. Just stay in the room.”

It’s not heroic. It’s not some grand fight.

It’s a thousand small no’s to the urge to take flight.

It’s crying alone by the glow of a screen,

And letting it count. Even that’s brave and clean.

My husband said rhyme feels like music and pace,

So this one’s for him—my calm in the race.

He taught me that rhythm can soften the doom.

So baby, look—I’m staying in the room.

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