Make Me An Instrument
I almost lost myself
In that I almost forgot
How to control all the different parts
Of my own self.
Like an instrument with strings
I was snapped, cut, broken, and in the middle ofย it all.
So I moved.
New strings.
But still so out of tune.
Still an instrument but without chords to play
Or songs to resonate within the long, hollow body of my now open and waiting soul.
So,ย about love and self control and peace...
Letโs begin it again, from the top, with feeling.















