All of my life, I’ve been singing
From birth until thirty-years-young
A lyric for all situations
A tune on the ‘tip of my tongue’
I sang in the choir as a school-girl
And at church at the ‘top of my lungs’
Never a moment of silence
Just a girl with a heart full of songs
I sang because music inspired me
I sang through the good times and hard
When I sang it was always uplifting
In the bath, down the pub, in the car.
One day, the dark overwhelmed me
All black, like the octopus-witch
Stole the songs I’d collected inside me
Altered my mind and my spirit
Now there’s no music within me
Now that the songs have all gone
I’m afraid if I sing just a little
I will let out too much emotion
These days are ever-so empty
The weeks are ever-so long
My heart is ever-so heavy
Since darkness stole all of my songs
All I do now is just listen
And watch all my friends as they sing
Longing inside to stand with them
In the Choir I used to be in
I long for you to sing with us too. One day (when your ready), we will have a good old sing song and be so happyx
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I wonder if it will start with a tiny song word or a note, stuck in your head, joined by a few more that grow and build until your brain, body and heart just burst into song? Or perhaps the notes and words will leak out slowly so that you squeak out a line from a song occasionally? Either way it will start in its own time, just keep the faith and let it come. You just can’t keep a strong woman with a good song down for long. X
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