The Key Poem by Bridget Gabrielle
The Key
I look back and all I can see is what could be
It constantly pulls me in. With every note, harmony, and melody.
When the beat synchronizes my heart listens for more.
I crave the stage and all of its praise.
The crave the spotlight the applause...
I pressed pause. The music has stopped...
I scaled back, I steer to get on track.
I arrive. The stage is where I thrive.
Press play.
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