I’ve just now been able to play them
The “church” songs of my youth
Though the playing itself is a sacrilege
I will recover the skills
Hidden beneath the trauma
I will sing again
In time
I can make music again now
Though it’s imperfect
I’m replanting seeds
And growing them into me
About the Creator
Karen LaRue
I am Karen LaRue (She/Her) a North Carolina writer of poetry and witchy things of most sorts. I belive life is full of wonder and we don't always stop to see it. Taking the time to look and listen makes life worth living!
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