Cross-legged on my bed
the world roars at my ears;
A clangoring chaos
that clamors,
Harsh
Shrill
I need -
to breathe
Slipping on headphones,
ringing from the tumult echoes and stretches in my ears,
fading and dimming
Quiet.
The music begins to play,
swelling and filling the silence.
Heat pushes against the backs of my eyes,
and I cannot stop
these tears
fa
lling
Something faint,
a spark
a flame
wavers and ripples
under the layers of my mind.
Memories come flowing back:
days when there were no unsolvable problems,
and brokenness lay hidden
beneath playgrounds and tree forts.
I was innocent in my ignorance;
every day
A new start.
Nightmares existed only at night
and heartache only in books.
I smile
A once-familiar scent
envelops and cocoons me;
Eight-year-old eyes smile back
flush with childish joy -
fingers lurch to clasp at air
Dissipating
This song I had forgotten
unlocks moments from my mind,
Sound surges
s
u
b
merging
Who knew a melody
was a time machine?
Now sitting in the dark,
my face wet
my eyes red, swollen, and itchy,
the sea d
rips from my lashes
I sway and dance to the music
as cracked lips begin to mouth the words.
Twelve-year-old days flash behind my eyes
Fairy tales
Face paint
Four-square
Family dinners
Friends
Wish I could turn back time
My hand moves
Replay
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