You Pulled Me Through


Today has been all sorts of bizarre.

Up and down up and down.

Things going terribly, horribly, wrong and things going wonderfully, beautifully right.

And in a way it all sort of balanced out.

An original poem in honor of my Music Theory Composition:

Composing


Eraser strokes on a page

back and forth, refusing to engage

Listless and drifting

thoughts sifting

Keys being pushed

hammers pounding

Is it all noise?

Pencil shavings

Everywhere

Now on to writing for real–homework time.

Sincerely,

Emilie

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