plucking, strumming tipping chords

fingers getting sliced the
same spot without bleeding,

without scraping any
skin off my fingertips

even if it it feels like strings were coming in and out
through the places that feels like wounds

I'll still constantly,
and consistently love this
instrument,

the sound it produces
they were like magical spells;

it travels to the corners
people's voice cannot
lingers through me,

reaching through my deepest depth
light cannot reach

offering my soul a whole new peace..



a safe haven indeed.

© dani_eun27