When The Music I Ordinarily Love Poem by Shalom Freedman

When the music I ordinarily love
Annoys me
When all I want to hear is silence
When my unhappiness and dissatisfaction
Are in everything I do or might do
When I feel a despair too deep
To ever be gotten out of
When I fear I am forever lost
And will never come back
I sleep
And in that hidden sleep
All is forgotten
And I wake and return
To my own small diminished world
With less fear
And I begin slowly again
To try to live
As if I am still alive.