Music is my language.
It speaks to me, and helps me speak the words that fail me.
It comforts me,
Gives me strength,
Lifts me up,
Through the mire,
Through the fog,
Through the dark nights.
Music has saved,
And continues to save,
And always will be,
My own Fight song,
Without it,
Death would be my only friend.
Music gives drink to my parched soul,
It’s a light to my dark night,
It’s a hand to hold when I’m falling,
A safe place to land when I need security,
A distraction when my mind is a mess,
A way to see the beauty in myself, and in others,
It’s truly, truly, my everything.
About the Creator
Carrielee Crenshaw
I’m from Atlanta. I’m a feminist, a proud lesbian woman, a mental health and chronic illness warrior, tattoo/piercing, music and YouTube junkie. I love writing poetry & narratives on women’s/LGBTQ and mental health & pop culture.
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