The Power I've Found Through Music
falling against the coarse rug, I feel the ripples of fear pang against my core
darting around inside of me are the remnants of thoughts
they aren’t random, yet they don’t match up
I try to force them together, but they are proudly unique and specific,
refusing to go where they don’t belong
my fingers are burning and no matter how many times I slam my hands against my body,
I cannot seem to extinguish my flaming flesh
my ears are ringing with music
not the type that plays on the radio or is cemented in a record
it is a sly sound that caresses and stings,
a sound that lingers and lingers and lingers even after you think you have forgotten
I want to succumb to the whirling lights
it would be so much easier
than admitting that I have power
but I have power
I have the power to turn the dissonant sounds in my head into music that soothes
I have the power to turn the dirty air I breathe into clean notes
I have the power to twist the nasty utterances of a society into a creature capable of evolution,
a force that connects the lost souls
so whenever I fold into myself,
whenever my screams echo and bounce around inside of my skull,
whenever I want to peel myself apart,
I listen to the music straight from lips and fingers and tongues and feet and hearts and minds
of the world
and I am able to find the place where I fit
and I don’t have to force it,
I only have to accept my power as a being