Learning to Move

Can't go back to who I was, can't see what's in store.
No one here to judge me, no one here to see.
Just the space around me, and whoever I might be.
I'm spinning in the middle of my living room tonight.
Don't know if I'm broken or I'm finally alive.
Every step is heavy, every breath is something new.
I'm terrified and laughing,
Don't know what I'm supposed to do.
Learning how to move.
Learning how to move.
Maybe this is grief, maybe this is hope.
Maybe both at once, maybe I don't know.