Poem: Guitar Strings

As her fingers walk along the strings
Her hand picking at them at time
She tries to catch the vibration
Of the universe in her strumming
Riding a wave emotion straight through
The defenses of those listening
To cut deep into those secret places
Where healing of old wounds can begin

If it doesn’t hurt than it’s not real
If it can hurt then it can heal

A mantra repeated over and over
When she’s poised under the lights
Tapping into those places of pain
Bleeding herself for their entertainment
Hoping that one of these notes
Will resonate with her own soul
To start the healing process
Where music doesn’t keep reopening
Old wounds that won’t seem to heal

---

Copyright © 2021 TJS Sherman All rights reserved.

Advertisement