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Musical Upbringing
When I am most down,
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my journey-weary spirit.
Opening my eyes
wide
to life's simple pleasures.
doubting my purpose,
my worth, my utility;
the missing salve
for my wounded heart
is the sound of
a familiar melody
the words and music
long since
tattooed on my brain.
That when played,
with me singing along,
transports me to
the place and time
when first I heard
it's happy, sometimes
melancholy refrain.
My path, is much smoother
when paved
with measures
of soul satisfying notes
songs that give voice
to my innermost thoughts.
And give wings
to my journey-weary spirit.
Opening my eyes
wide
to life's simple pleasures.
Published 15th Apr 2024
Author's Note
NaPo2024 #14
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15th Apr 2024 4:29pm
15th Apr 2024 5:46pm
Thank you, Enbyblue🙏 Music has always been a spirtual guide for me and I just forget to tap into that peace sometimes.
