Music

Melodies are like a cloudless sky,

sometimes gliding into your head

and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an

Umbrella of fear,

that’s always hanging above you with absolutely

no way to get out.

And I will never be

Satisfied with the songs I write,

with the music I create,

with the lyrics I forge.

Maybe, someday,

I will attack that umbrella of fear,

destroying it from my head,

banishing its existence.

Sometimes, I

Cease the words from flowing into my brain,

stopping a song from forming,

stopping the magic from living,

so this time I’ll try

embracing the music instead of exiling it.

Posted in response to the challenge Acrostic.

13 years old

Comments

Your poem had some much emotion to it, it was amazing!

I loved the journey of you and the umbrella