I can hear the melody,

Like a blowing wind on the rafters,

Almost a song to build upon,

Our frame of mind is fragile.

Today the world stopped for me,

Gave me time to imagine anything.

I wanted to feel freedom,

And instead found the grip too tight.

If only I might allow myself,

To feel the bitter taste of an agony,

And realize it’s no longer my fault.

I could then maybe breathe easily.

It’s in that finding peace with ourselves,

We celebrate its catharsis in our sojourn.