As the Music hit’s my ears
I think of the years
I spent in fear
Why was I afraid?
I wondered this on numerous occasions
especially now
as each track dives deeper into my emotions

With each guitar strum
hit to the snare
chord played on the keyboard
a new bandage is removed from my heart

My internal bleeding worsens
as my playlist of heartache reaches
my favorite song

Maybe I was afraid of really facing my truth
and dealing with those eyes of perception
that would follow me

It was too much, but I could depend on music
because it listens without a judgement
like my dog use to do before he died
I could only turn to one thing now
The Music became my therapist
and the only thing that could pull the truth from me

When the Music ends
I put back on my face of bravery
the years of fear fade away until
the next time Music hits my ears

-Writer X-