'Till Death Do Us Part

I’m told I sound crazy

A damsel in distress.

Pining for my love,

Bliss and happiness.

 

My dreams, I won’t give up,

Though others might jeer.

For music is the thing

I hold most dear.

 

 

Early in the morning

I roll out of bed.

A smile on my face and

One thought in my head.

 

I’ll take it to college

Obtain a degree.

Jobs are scarce

But I will not flee.

 

They mention my age

With a smirk on the face.

“You’re too young.”

Sarcasm? No trace.

 

“It’s true love!” I say.

You won’t understand.

We have a bond.

It goes hand in hand.

 

Age is a number.

I know I’m naïve.

But my love grows stronger

I don’t want to leave.

 

What does the future

Hold in store?

I will never know,

I only want more.

 

The song in my heart

Has taken us far.

I’ll hear it to the moon

On the way to the star.

 

Together we stand.

Through Asia and France.

Connected by the language

That leaves others in trance.

 

Through the past seven years

I’ve played without a care.

Until one event

Left me with a scare.

 

“The arts are futile!”

The school district said.

“We won’t give you money”

And chopped off the head.

 

My jaw dropped open

My eyes burned with tears.

As the men with the money

Confirmed all my fears.

 

I’d used music for fun

And expressing myself.

But it was high time

To put my pride on the shelf.

 

Many young children

All over the Earth

Have no food, no water,

No inkling of mirth.

 

I am no scientist

Not an engineer.

I can’t invent an oasis,

Or solve hunger, I fear.

 

But I can make people happy

Make them feel alive.

Teach them an art

Where they can thrive.

 

My passion for music

Transcends the need

For money and power

For fame and for greed.

 

So why in my world

Does music define

Me as a person

And this life of mine?

 

A scared, little freshman

I entered high school.

I didn’t fit in,

I wasn’t that cool.

 

I begged my parents

“Please let me stay home!

The halls of this school

Are too big to roam!

 

Alone in this world

I can’t help but care

About Insta, Twitter,

Like, Comment, and Share.”

 

So late in the night

I’d play my clarinet

Express how I felt,

My only outlet.

 

Music listens,

Music heals.

Music doesn’t judge

How each one of us feels.

 

So I stopped reading into

The status quo

And used the song in my heart

To go with the flow.

Music gave me a voice,

It gave me reasons

To keep going on

And change with the seasons.

 

So when I feel sad,

And down with the blues,

I no longer sulk

And look down at my shoes.

 

I play how I feel

I now have the choice

To express through the music

That’s given me a voice.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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