The Threshold Is Mine

I noticed something after I shared a song.

There was a pause.
Then tension.
Then a sense that something needed to be fixed.

Not by me — by someone else.

I realized I had crossed into a moment that belonged to me.
A place where fear was present, but not hidden.
A place I had named.

What surprised me wasn’t the fear.
It was how quickly it could be taken away.

Not removed.
Not soothed.
Just… solved.

I felt myself pull it back.

The threshold wasn’t a problem.
It wasn’t an invitation.
It wasn’t something to resolve.

It was simply where I was standing.

And I noticed that when I held it — without asking for relief — something steadied.
Not certainty.
Not calm.

Just a quiet sense of I’m still here.