Solo

Running through the woods, away from it all
Her feet pounding like drums and her heart beating a fast tempo
Away from all the noise, from the music in her head that was so hard to escape
The clarinet getting louder and louder every day until it felt like her brain would burst
But not now, not here, in the woods
Nature’s orchestra was much more soothing than the one in her head
It was the rustling of leaves and the short, sweet notes from the occasional bird
The music in her head became the song of a violin as she stood there, the trees spinning around her
The good kind of spinning that meant her mind was peaceful
Not the kind where she was getting sucked into the spin
No, everything was spinning out of her, not into her
Even if it was only for a moment, here in these woods, she was at peace
And the symphony in her head became one sole musician
Her

 

Margaret S.

VT

18 years old

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