discernment, Growth, Heartbreak, love, music

Tripping on Harp Strings and Firmament Strands


There are some melodies I am no longer allowed to hum
Harp string’s din is not a joy filled beat but a threat to conjure memories I am no longer allowed to live
And O!
I stop myself from slipping
into the bright awe of the moon 
for once I slip I go on slipping 
upward into the firmament 
And your name becomes an offering 
that is not mine to make

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