The Interlude

Secret Thoughts Within

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Living in the interlude,
I struggled to find peace,
distracted by what had been,
and desperate for what was to come.

I waited for life to begin again–
delayed in the interlude.

Time stood still.
An uninvited pause between movements,
with nothing remarkable
to show for myself.

Ticks of the metronome,
I felt dull,
restrained
and alone.

During this vacant stretch
before my next movement,
I wondered if I still had value
despite making no progress.

I waited for purpose–
silenced in the interlude.

Then,
I heard my heart beating,
that gentle drumming of rhythm
enough to keep time to.

My breath,
leaning on the keys of my soul,
created waves of deep resonance.

My fingers,
strummed on the frets
as my mind wrote in minor.

My voice,
humming soulful notes of hopeful dreams,
filled the space in between.

Holding onto patience,
I waited to play…

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