I remember when violin was my entire being.
Morning,
noon,
and night.
Years of my life consumed by this object that would somehow provide a new future for me.
Being burnt to a crisp, I decided I no longer wanted it to be my goal, but the fire I burn only out of love.
Afterwards, everyone fled,
the dollar signs were no longer bright in their eyes when they looked at me.
I was of no value to them anymore,
a constant reminder of the failure haunted me.
Until I picked up my pen and began writing every emotion I couldn't play.
The dollar signs flashed in their eyes again, but I walked away.
Sweet soft melodies can be played or spoken,
it's all in the articulation.
I am the washed up violinist. I own it.
But I will forever be that little girl with a big dream,
yearning to be heard by the world.
About the Creator
Angel Adagio
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This was extremely powerful! I loved it!