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Rescued By Music

May 23, 2012
By DaughterofPoseidon GOLD, West Seneca, New York
DaughterofPoseidon GOLD, West Seneca, New York
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Favorite Quote:
"Music is the air we breathe."-Molly Berger


The words Dad shouted at me still
Pounded in my aching ears.
You’re useless. Miserable. Just get out.
I crawl into bed, broken and sad.
Reaching for my battered iPod,
It comes to life.

At first, nothing. Then,
Slow, mellow guitar notes begin,
Seeping into my ears,
And into my soul.

Now, soft, calm words come,
As if they were written to me,
Reassuring me,
Lifting me up,
Piecing me back together,
Until I’m whole again


The author's comments:
In case you're wondering, this poem is based on a true story. Two years ago, my parents were sick of how I was, so they told me to get out. This is the poem that I had written then about how I felt.

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