Tuner needed

 

I sleep half the time
The other half I weep
For things I know
That I cannot keep

 

Once the sun was warm
The wind lifted feathers of hair
Slapped them
Against my cheeks

 

Innocence was youth
As where the strings of my heart
Vibrating strong and clear
Strung together so tight

 

In perfect tune
They played their part
However, I played the wrong songs
I hit the wrong notes

 

I ruined the pitch
Of my heart
Now I need a tuner
To wind in the slack

 

To tune my broken harp
So that the wind will sing
The songs of my soul
For all to hear

 

Hence the sun
Will be warm
Once again
Moreover, so will I

 

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[Emily B]

sometimes we are out of tune with the world around us

we will all sing sweetly again