STILL ON

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I never had the first act some gave me credit for. -Been doing this in empty rooms and full ones most of my life. It never mattered who showed up. The song was going to show up either way.I come from people who don't explain themselves. Appalachian and accountable by choice. Every word, every note matters. Learned it the hard way. I've buried more than I've kept, which means every melody costs something. Not hungry anymore, inevitable I supposeSongs written to stay alive. Songs written to put ghosts in the ground. I've learned to write from inside the fire. I've lived with the bitter bite of silence and built a fire with words and broken hands. I've lived in the middle of some dark places and built a ladder from faith I had to borrow until the rungs appeared.

 

Built things nobody asked for.

 

They're still standing.

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Still on. Still singing, praying, and witnessing from the mountain when everyone else went home.