A small child has been told all her life
she is different, inadequate.
Belonging nowhere, feeling unaccepted,
she hides behind chairs, doors, her mother.
A growing child investigates her mother’s closet
and in the corner she finds a treasure.
Realizing for the first time her own self and worth,
she strums a few simple chords on the guitar she found there.
An adolescent finds again in her life that she is an outcast,
she is lacking, deficient.
Playing the strings, voicing the feelings,
the pain is relieved, and the anger expressed
and she is free and has value.
An adult looks out upon a sea of empty faces
Each blind in his own pain,caught in distortion and imperfection.
Understanding their grief and need, in empathy,
she reaches out to comfort their souls with her music.
I wrote this over time – from about 2007 to 2009, reflections of times in my life and how music touched me and helped me grow and eventually reach out to others.