sitting straight up
with my silent throat aching
a beat wracks my body
my soul is waking.
at the base of my spine
in the pit of my stomach
my soul wishes of its own mind
to stretch out of my body
and go out of control
music aches in my throat
my body spasms
to my hearts metronome
i need let out my soul.
it bangs around my body
which is its cage
then out bursts a joyous whisper
and i sing, unafraid
Sep 6, 2012
Sep 6, 2012 at 4:20 PM UTC
sitting straight up
with my silent throat aching
a beat wracks my body
my soul is waking.
at the base of my spine
in the pit of my stomach
my soul wishes of its own mind
to stretch out of my body
and go out of control
music aches in my throat
my body spasms
to my hearts metronome
i need let out my soul.
it bangs around my body
which is its cage
then out bursts a joyous whisper
and i sing, unafraid
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