Sitting

So, here I am,
I'm wondering, just a pause, I suppose,
My mind wanders, restless as always,
The piano and the stool wait again,
I am to become who I am said to be.

Yes, here am I,
Remembering.
These memories are painful,
They are unanswered,
The wounds lie open,
I am incapable, it is beyond me.

Should I rise from this chair,
Should I act out, doctoring, saving.
No, there is more for me,
Much more than this melancholia.
Perhaps I should listen to the lyrics of my songs,
Perhaps I should remind myself.
The truth is not hard to see.

I will resist the temptation,
I will take the time,
To breathe, to quite myself,
And sit,
For here am I.


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