We’re not always in harmony you and I.
Some days my notes fall flat,
slip down the stanzas,
don’t match the tempo
thumping on right next to me.
When I feel you vibrating in my bones,
so close it almost hurts,
yet my own sounds come out as broken
my throat aches to match you.
My lungs burn to swell and bellow.
To reach the stage you’re standing on
unaware I’ve sunk behind the curtain.
But I know I have to wait the darkness out.
Fight to find the spotlight again.
I’ve not really been writing over the last few months so I’m not sure how this poem will go down. I might be a bit rusty. For some reason I just haven’t been able to sit down and write properly for most of 2017 so I’m hoping this post will mark the start of getting myself back into the habit of getting those words down on paper and doing something with my time.
Constructive criticism is always welcome so if you have any thoughts on how to make this piece a better then please type away in the comments below. It’s amazing how much my writing has improved since I started this blog and the comments I’ve got over the years have been just as much of a help as the practice.