June 8, 2009
I.
I feel sharp
As if breathing
An air clean
Enough to nourish
The spirit inside.
II.
If I held in my arms
An instrument-a guitar
I gently would pluck
The strings.
The music I play
Would test the
Strength of the heart
By making it hurt
As it does at times.
After the hurt
The pieces reassemble
And a safe beat
Plays to your strength
Newly rediscovered.
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