Peaking through the Window

The songs that helped me heal when I was little seem
to make it into my burned CD.
I take a moment to breathe.
I put them on repetitious loop.
When you have music….who needs chicken soup?
I don’t want to hear about the sunny side right now when outside the
rain is torrential.
I peak outside because somehow I think that will be beneficial.
The rhythm in the background is getting fiercer.
Thinking about the promises that never seem to deliver.

My life is an earthquake and I am waiting to get over the aftershocks.
With no shoes on I walk through the rugged rocks.
As each word is written the fear seems to be poured onto the paper.
I will have to get back to myself later.