Beginner
I don’t play well,
But I’m happy.
It doesn’t sound good,
Yet distracts me.
It’s playing the music
To avoid playing with life.
It’s finding my way
When I’m heavy with strife.
The tears that role
In the depths of night,
Are taken away
When with strumming comes light.
If I can avoid
All that daytime reveals,
Maybe this music
Will mask all I feel.
© ThatGirlWhoWracts
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