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Seashells
Written by Xyl
The music is what made me move
What formed the groove in my heart
Music is not good or bad
It just is
Want to dance, sing or fight?
The music moves you
It is the invisible hand that takes care of you when you are all alone
Your guardian
“Welcome home, lost one. I will take care of you.”
It will make you want to stay
Take everything you have
The only companion that never ever
Leaves your side
Before music, I was an empty shell
Lying on the beach
All alone
So much potential to be beautiful
But no chance to take by the reins
I began to waste away
Waiting for the ocean to claim another prize
But music found me
Thank heaven it did
I floated with newfound wings
Off the beach, to my newfound home
A home filled with noise
Loud, quiet, dramatic, playful
The strum of the strings
Vibration of drums
Pumping life into my dried veins
Music shaped me into a beautiful collage
Made up of other shells
Lost but found, just like me
We were made for this purpose
To shine together as bright
As a summers sun
To bring smiles to peoples faces
To open wounds young and old
To bring people
Into our movement.
I was going through my room, cleaning it out for the big move to my college dorms and found a little collection of old writings from my sophomore year of high school. I took one of my favorites, edited it, gave it a new title, and BOOM POST.
I can't say this is my best work, but it's sentimental to me and I wanted to share it with the crazy world that is the internet.