Cover Photo: Photo courtesy of Pixabay
Photo courtesy of Pixabay

Sound Deliverance

Life rejected me. Music was there to catch me.

So, life rejected me 

And Music caught me,

Narrowly avoiding the fate

Of falling.

Like a soft pillow,

Or a labyrinth of prayer

Coalescing in my brain,

Reviewing past patterns,

Recalling identity buried deep,

Connecting me to my history

In a very healing way.

In this way,

 Art should be available.


Free to become entwined with,

A vocal poetry of the people.

Can flavors be colors,

In the spices and sauces

We consume?

Can your image become sound,

dancing in notes around

My planetaria, 

My aligned self;

Squeezing out the excess,

Delivering redemption?

In a seed, in a song, in a color, 

In a single note...

It filtered through the glass,

balancing on a wave of light;

It found me here,


Trying to breath,

Settling the psychological pressure

Within my blood cells.

I listened

You prayed

I became.

Blogger at [Creativity, Spirituality, Mental Illness] •  @moonflickerstone • Author of Glass Slippers: A Journey of Mental Illness