Where Morning Never Learned My Name #SCPHChallenges

[Verse 1] Ladder groans beneath the weight of my boots Attic air tastes of cedar and forgotten storms One warped box eases open like a held breath A folded page, pale as the underside of moth wings My full name waiting in patient black ink A hundred winters sleeping inside the dust [Pre-Chorus] A narrow beam slips through the fractured pane Dust lifts once, as if remembering how to dance [Hook] This found me before I was ever here Ink that already knew the shape of my hand In the silence older than these wooden beams I unfold the words that waited for my breath Quiet as a hand closing softly over mine A voice that stayed after every door had closed [Verse 2] The paper sighs with the sound of dry leaves turning Each sentence walks the edges of the same small room It asks the questions no living mouth can answer Yet every line settles warm against my skin The floorboards still remember the weight of their footsteps While the rafters keep watch without a sound [Pre-Chorus] A narrow beam slips through the fractured pane Dust lifts once, as if remembering how to dance [Hook] This found me before I was ever here Ink that already knew the shape of my hand In the silence older than these wooden beams I unfold the words that waited for my breath Quiet as a hand closing softly over mine A voice that stayed after every door had closed [Bridge] I sit where the roof meets the waiting night Holding paper older than the blood in my veins No answer waits beyond the fading script Only the quiet returning in slow circles And the impossible kindness That someone trusted tomorrow with my name [Final Hook] This found me before I was ever here Ink that already knew the shape of my hand In the silence older than these wooden beams I unfold the words that waited for my breath Quiet as a hand closing softly over mine A voice that stayed after every door had closed