by Emily R Mazza
I am singing again.
I found a rhythm that could sprout tranquility in my bathroom.
A roar that could blurt out a song in harmony with my soul.
for so long, I had lost my words.
out of harmony with a rhythm amidst my soul and mind.
I found singing again in my past, but I grant him capability of shutting off my song.
I now know that no man should ruin such passion.
Falling distraught on hitting rock bottom, but at rock bottom lay springs I built within, to
Fall on the ground
and spring back up with advocacy from my past.
Sprung back up by a strong grit that lays within my spirit, from always crushing as my soul split on the ground.
I'm singing again.
Thank god I am singing again.