Sometimes I forget how much work the strings on my guitar actually do. The creation of sound is born from them. But if I push them too hard, they fail. The music ends. It made me think of some points in my life when the pressure almost got the better of me. I almost broke like a string. But I made it through, and I still try to create as much as possible:)
I appreciated the metaphor in this poem as it relates to life and its pressures. I’m always amazed by the resilience yet constantly wonder when that snap will happen. This is a wonderful poem. H🌷
Such a perfect metaphor to life. I know I have had many times life tried to break me. Applied so much pressure that it was unbearable and somehow you just take on more. And perhaps we are all instruments and with the right care we can always make the most beautiful music for someone.