Fa-Lal-La, Finding Enthusiam
Singing in the Rain by fodyne
By the time
I teetered
on my first bike
I learned
to fa-la-la
sing through life
suffering smothered
by stories in song
I found friends on the B-side of
my sorrow
in lyrics I transformed
from pain to poetry
lost myself in music
secluded in elusion
numb to disappointment
grounded in melodies
my world kept spinning
but I balanced with my fa-la-las
on flimsy foundation
Enthusiasm mounted
in fantasy
With every fa-la-la
I survived one more day
even if my insides
weakened
warped
wounded
I could feel
sure
shielded
unshackled
or like someone else with a fa-la-la
If the arms that held me let me down
I would sing
and the storm stopped squalling
I existed between a fine line
of quietude and emptiness
On dark days I still
sing in the rain
A childhood of -
I would rather be in control
than face my day
I would rather be singing
than feeling anything
My fa-la-la
fairytale
enthusiasm and escape
written 6/18/20
Contest- Enthusiasm
Sponsor – Caren Krutsinger
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2020
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