Changing does not always mean
becoming someone else.
Edges of Myself finds Lisa Coles quietly reconsidering the boundaries she has built around herself. There is no dramatic reinvention or sudden revelation, just the gradual recognition that some old defences can be loosened without losing the person underneath.
I map the edges of my tone
I mark the spaces I call home
Every pause I leave between
Says more than what I mean
There’s a pattern in restraint
In every truth I almost paint
I watch myself from just outside
A quiet shift I let it slide
If I loosen what I defend
Who am I beneath the bend
I weigh the shape of every word
Hold it back before it’s heard
Static thoughts that realign
Shift the edges of my mind
There’s a rhythm in delay
In what I choose not to say
I watch myself from just outside
A quiet shift I let it slide
If I loosen what I defend
Who am I beneath the bend
Peel the layers slow and light
Trace the outline in the night
No collapse, no grand reveal
Just the way I start to feel
I watch myself from just outside
A steadier pulse I let it guide
If I soften my defence
I begin again, again
Breath in time, pulse aligned
Leave the noise, keep the spine