April 4th 2022
Playing you soothes my soul,
Like a Sunday morning sunrise.
Your music bellows,
Reminding me I am alive.
Emotions taking me back,
Remembering who I once knew.
I was young, I was brave,
Before my world turned blue.
The tide pulls me under,
Throwing me in the undertow.
Seconds feel like hours,
In this panic we call life.
I pull myself out,
Bringing breathe to an ease.
Ground myself to this world,
Do I fight, flight, or freeze?
My bod takes your shape,
Your strap around my back.
Fingers pressing on your strings,
As I think about ending things.
Music replaces thought,
When words become bleak.
These chords tell a story,
As I'm stuck in this purgatory.