Like music,
Memories come in waves,
Each note a discordant piece
Of a greater symphony
Played in silence for all these years

Now uncovered,
Revealed,
With the directive to somehow make a melody
Where once there was only silence,
Where once, tears never flowed

To take the tender music of youth
And re-record the notes
So that discord may become harmony
And each note out of place
May become immortalized as the sharp steps
Which lead to wholeness

©SpiritLed 2019