Sound Deliverance
Life rejected me. Music was there to catch me.
So, life rejected me
And Music caught me,
Narrowly avoiding the fate
Of falling.
Like a soft pillow,
Or a labyrinth of prayer
Coalescing in my brain,
Reviewing past patterns,
Recalling identity buried deep,
Connecting me to my history
In a very healing way.
In this way,
Art should be available.
Accessable.
Free to become entwined with,
A vocal poetry of the people.
Can flavors be colors,
In the spices and sauces
We consume?
Can your image become sound,
dancing in notes around
My planetaria,
My aligned self;
Squeezing out the excess,
Delivering redemption?
In a seed, in a song, in a color,
In a single note...
It filtered through the glass,
balancing on a wave of light;
It found me here,
Abstaining.
Trying to breath,
Settling the psychological pressure
Within my blood cells.
I listened
You prayed
I became.
Blogger at WelcomeToTheGrit.com [Creativity, Spirituality, Mental Illness] • @moonflickerstone • Author of Glass Slippers: A Journey of Mental Illness
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