Baby blue sky, sunlight beams bright, fluffy clouds create imaginary shapes, as birds convene before a journey’s flight…

Allthewhile, within my cedar cabin walls, blinds drawn tight-closed muffle the bird’s song. My wheels leaving tracks, I sweep dust and dog hair, reminding myself this is home.

My Playlist jumps from Cypress Hill “Goin’ Crazy” to an odd music league entry “Mariella” that helps me find the story of my previous self…

But, with a metallic taste on my tongue, like in a hospital room and a pain so sharp my heart aches, I realize I’m silent and defiant again, holding my anger in, and I THROW the broom emotionally sore…

Then, OH, my love, this is not pretend:

Your voice came like an angel who knows how to calm my soul, telling me with a musical treat, I’m not alone, if I look I’ll find the warmth.

Music is a powerful tool of SELF discovery, and during times of transition, a solitary friend.

(I’ve stayed hidden, kept from looking, as if punishing myself. Can I do it? Can I conquer fear, go see if my accidental impulsivity was worth the horror I’ve felt since, terrified I might have offended or worse, of course, I’ll be denied…more than my spinal cord injury, anxiety keeps me paralyzed…)