I am a strong silent one
Waiting waiting waiting
Never letting go
Never giving in
Never knowing why
Hurt and longing
An open flower going forth
seeking the morning sun
Soft and warm and peaceful
So bright it blinds
So harsh it burns
The connection it comes with mothering
I can control and am needed now
What a feeling of content
But what a frozen fear in living
A child who cannot grow
Not fast enough
So life becomes a song
The Blues are like a golden cloud
Embracing thoughts and trusting me
They speak in secret to me
I am breathing deep yet breathless
Nothing else matters
I am one
I am love
Music is love
Clapton is God
Beatles 4 ever
Facing forward unafraid
Music vibrates my soul
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Comments4
Ok, I give... Is this a parent talking about a connection with a child or a young child separating and longing to grow on his/her own?
P.S. The musical tributes, especially the Beatles.
A confused child making her way in the world with music being her solice
oops... solace.
A great job on this....nice write
This was good!! Music therapy is very real.. I use it a lot... the Beatles are too good!
Thank you.
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