One word: Music.
It's always been about that.
It's just what I do. I sing.
Since I was a child I was humming tunes
And singing songs with a shell of raw talent -
A potential for so much more.
Seven years of choir classes at the same school brought me far,
Unwavering in my love for this incredible art.
Sure, I can't play many instruments,
Even living under the shadow of
My musical genius of a brother,
But the truth is,
I find so much joy in the simple complexity of singing.
It defines me.
It gives my invisible form solid meaning.
I just take a deep breath and in a melodious trance,
Release all of the emotion that builds up within my soul
Throughout this thing called Life.
I perform with a confidence
That only surfaces when I sing.
The sound of the music lifts my spirit and cradles me
In a warm embrace,
Taking me away from all of the people
Who I feel are staring at my every movement throughout the day.
They see me as the quiet one,
The girl who hates speaking up in class.
They don't know about the pile of choral pieces
Scattered across my room
Or the hours I spend memorizing pitches and rhythms and dynamics
Instead of going to social events
Like normal teenagers do.
When I am singing, my fears of judgement drift away into a far-off dream
That I can't seem to recall.
And then the song is over, and they are smiling.
Everyone is staring at me in awe,
Confused at this confident side of me that is normally obscured from their view.
They now see that this is the real me.
Not the silent shy girl who hides from a world of faces,
But a singer.
A choir nerd.
A girl who simply loves to sing.
A girl who has found her sanctuary.