Filled With Song
My fingers brush the strings of an old guitar, hidden away in the closet in my room.
A small smile plays my lips and I close my eyes, picturing me playing that guitar.
Me singing some song on a bench in the rain.
Singing the music that makes my heartbeat pulse through my whole body.
I can sing. I know I can, I just need practice.
I laugh as I picture the look on my friends faces when I tell them this.
I smile and put the guitar away, all the while thinking of how I'd love to learn to play
that guitar.
To go to a friends party and sing. To make them feel what I do when I ride a high
brought on by nothing more or less than music.
Breathless, I sit on my bed, my face glowing.
I will learn. I will learn to let out the song that makes my heart fill with so much joy I
feel like I'm going to explode.
Still smiling, I put on my favorite music and let that high take me to a higher place.
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