RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Little Saviors - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Soothing rhythms touching my mind's heart, trying to
calm emotions and feelings of intense anger and empti-
Calling to you from within, my heart crying out, anguish
penetrating my entire being, there is nothing to be done,
I cannot cope.
Yet, listening to music, it's rhythms seem to grasp the
emptiness, taking me into another dimension far away and
into another world.
Holding desperately to these little saviors, notes and
tones quieting the anger somehow within, selecting the
emotions to be soothed.
Music finds the ties binding my being to them, giving
me a reprieve, although tears still fall through it all
anyway as I listen to it.
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