Music
- Hannah L
- 4 days ago
- 2 min read
In the symphony of life, I find my space
Where melodies dance and time slows its pace
Music rules my world, a celestial embrace
Each note a heartbeat, each chord a trace
From whispered lullabies to thunderous roars
It paints my emotions, it opens the doors
To memories tangled in soft guitar strings
In the rapture of rhythms, my spirit takes wings
When sorrow descends like a shadowy veil
The comfort it offers, a warm, soothing sail
Through the stormy seas of discomfort and pain
It gathers my fragments, and makes me whole again
Lyrics are letters from life’s cherished pages
They echo the whispers of loves and stages
A chorus of laughter, a sonnet of tears
Transporting me back through the passage of years
In the moment of music, my body sways free
An unspoken language, a pure jubilee
With each pulsing beat, I am bound and released
In the dance of existence, my spirit finds peace
Here’s to the tunes that light up my soul
To the symphonic tapestry, making me whole
For in every measure, in each rising swell
Music is my heartbeat, my sanctuary, my spell
Music drives my life. For me, music is more than rhythm. It's more than a good song that you really like. Music is memories, feelings, breath, life. Music can be both a blessing and a curse. The melody and the lyrics literally bring me back to moments. They say we can't time travel, but I sure can, at least through my emotions. Sometimes the music makes me smile, and allows me to remember fun times. But a lot of the time I hear a song and my heart sinks. Sometimes I cry, sometimes I become angry. I feel like I'm back in the moment of where I was, and who I was with when I hear many songs. Almost every song I know has a memory. Music allows me to remember the silliest things sometimes, but then I realize they were never silly. I realize that it's a moment in time I must revisit for some reason.
As I continue to heal through my trauma, I can still revisit these memories, just with less intensity. My heart sinks less, my happiness becomes less, my anger and sadness become less, and I am able to reminisce and realize I've learned from whatever lesson that memory has taught me, or is trying to teach me. I'm learning to enjoy the music, rather than be reminded so deeply. - A very common symptom of CPTSD. (Complex or chronic post traumatic stress disorder) Just know, I remember every person I've ever come across, through music. I am a time traveler. :)
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