As if the drums hadn’t already captured her mind completely

And the strings infatuated her inner whims

She sat warped by the beautiful utterance of which she had never heard

 

Although she had learned the words before she had never apprehended the worth

Put together they created a spell

One that had ushered her to tears

 

She could not fathom what had transpired

With the ocean coming from her eyes and rocks in her stomach,

She sat muddled contemplating her gaffe

 

Those emotions she never assessed

Ignorance pilfered her ability to dissect what she felt

No one had ever taught her on her mind’s capabilities

 

Instead she was told to conceal what was not a twinkle

That her mind was embryonic

That her emotions hyperbolized

 

So long she had never known the momentousness of liberating what was inside.

 

And to those drums she learned:

How to proclaim her sentiments.

How to undergo what was not ecstasy.

 

And to those strings she learned:

How to absolve her imprisoners.

How to adore those who were not eminent.

 

Those words asked her:

What does it mean to breathe?

What does it mean to live?

 

She answered,

With one word.

“Forgive”