Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories