Surviving my shifts (Marcella Boccia) 🎧 English

Surviving my shifts (Marcella Boccia)

I shift through hours like a ghost,passing through spaces that hold no weight,where the clock is a thief,stealing minutes that dissolvebefore I can taste them.The air is thick with waiting,with words that never reach my lips,like smoke held in the lungsof a broken promise.I swallow them whole,letting them burn their way downinto places too dark to remember.Each shift is a battle,not with time, but with myself—a war fought on the edge of silence,where the mind races and the bodyfollows only because it must.The hours stretch like shadowsacross a land I no longer recognize,a place where I exist in fragments—a flicker here, a whisper there,all waiting for the moment I can restand forget the weight of these shifting hands.I survive by turning my eyes awayfrom what I cannot change,facing only the fragile lightthat cuts through the cracksof my tired skin.I am a wound that knows how to endure,how to carry the world on the back of a breathand never ask for help.There is beauty in this survival—not in the way I wear my scars,but in the way I breathe through them,in the quiet strength of a soulthat refuses to break.And when the shift ends,when the light fades into the night,I find myself whole again—not healed, not saved,but survivingthe only way I know how,by becoming the silencebetween the hoursthat have come and gone.