Poetry by ML

This is a story that describes the inner workings of my mind. I normally don't like sharing my poetry with anyone but things are changing.


10. A song

I sang a song yesterday,

I thought I snag it well,

the notes were all in tune,

​the phrases smooth and uninterrupted

by conscious breaths.


I varied the rhythms and spoke the words clearly,

I even anticipated each key change.


My voice was warm and it moved effortlessly,

with each rise and fall of the melody.


When I was finished,

I was sure I told the story well,

and communicated my interpretation.


But, I did not express every feeling,

my heart remained unchanged,

I was unmoved,

​my soul yearned for expression,

despite my efforts.


I realized that I had not sung at all,

the music it seemed,

patiently waiting beside me,

to be awaken from its deep slumber.


I decided to start again,

this time I did not listen,

I did not watch,

I did not think,

this time I willingly vanished,

this time,

I became,

a song.


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