Sometimes You Must Return
Go back to that moment where you first fell
in love with those words you read or heard
that made the grief, doubt, and loneliness
make sense in your head as if you had tapped
into the maple tree of yourself and now
everything oozed out thick, dark and sweet.
Go back to that first note that broke skin
and to the lyrics that soaked into your blood
stream, and to the music that moved through
you like a silent tsunami. Go back to the first
time you witnessed the chorus of stars, vast
against the night sky, surrounding you
with the brilliance of your birthright, filling
all your emptiness with their shine.
~Pamela Taylor © 2013