Music in Me
Restoration,
renovation.
It's not that perfect past,
but it is what it is.
And in the midst of hugs
and conversations
with old friends,
I can see so clearly,
the real me.
While I have been trying
to hold all the pieces together,
to keep the outside as it always was,
the inside never changed,
at least not in the ways that mattered.
I am still a lover,
a writer,
a singer,
a dreamer.
Those dreams
still have wings.
I have stared mortality
in its unavoidable face,
and I don't know when
I will part with this reality,
but I do know I won't die
with the music in me.
