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The Symphony of Life: Stressed Without Structure

I was full of anxiety about posting this (like all of my pieces). Each poem and each story is a piece of my heart and soul.

The Symphony of Life

In time your demons will grow weaker

As the anthem rigorously continues to beat

As the deafening crescendo grows near

As the notes continue to keep

The time of that painful screech

The excruciating blast of the horns

Pick up speed in your direction

With intentions of forcing a deep breath

Directly into the tattered and blackened lungs

Of our tortured souls with every pause of the score


Standing in hesitation and bottling each reservation

We can’t help but hide them in our back pocket

Don’t forget to hold your breath

While waiting for the impatience to end

After each restful count lingers on

The orchestra of life rewrites

Every instrumental piece of

The new scale strengthening with

The courage to step onto the stage


The octave changes to create a new sound

Allowing the audience to breathe in deep

With every unbearable pause followed by

One loud beat that leaves every ghastly chair

At the edge of surrender as soon as it arrives


The final period of a long anticipated rest

Binds the ties together causing each soul

To realize this is just the beginning

Of the climatic cleansing just before

The end of the score

A score quickly and chaotically jotted

On the lines of the sheets dictating the lives

Of those that are no longer unique

Individuals walking aimlessly

Throughout life with a desperation

To end this lonely stretch of silence


Middling the center of the song

Came the point of moderation

Often exaggerated between light and breezy

Because this part is often described as easy

The point of fluttering high hopes for

This persistent dream of finally meeting

A wild spirit just resting and waiting


Lying to ourselves would be an understatement

As we slowly lose the battle every time

We desperately cling to every new addiction

And fight to find a way to continue to hear

What we want rather than what we need


Finally, the ending is not

The death of this newly empowered soul

The last note sounds the loud yet clearest

As the instruments ready for the final decrescendo

I know escape from every piercing set of eyes

Seems unimaginable next to monsters of lies

And side by side the demons we hide behind


Each iris coated with darkness

Confined to colors full of doubt

Yet each of us still scream out loud

Every single hurtful jab in protest

We become consumed in darkness

With an obsession of every unmet standard

And relentless expectation of failure


No, you’re someone that truly deserves

To finally acknowledge the importance

Of your inevitable realization:

Someday you’ll understand

That the only approval you ever needed

Was none other than yours alone


You’ll understand and remind yourself

You were always good enough

Even though you might not always see it

Simply allowing yourself to become

The most significant priority in life

Will shed grateful instead of hurtful tears

Over your eyes to wash that pain away

At the end of the orchestra of life

We can only hope to find peace of mind



© 2021 Grace Peterson

Comments

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on August 13, 2021:

This poem offers a wonderful comparison of life and death to a music score. Well done.

manatita44 from london on August 13, 2021:

Complex but well written in an authentic and exquisite tongue. Masterful!

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