What a blessing it is,
to have a wooden vessel.
Sitting in the corner,
waiting for me,
to pour my soul into
its wooden body,
to linger across
the steel strings,
think, feel,
remember, create.
I strike a chord,
find meaning
in the ordinary,
the emotional turmoil,
the euphoric joy,
the moments of my life,
through the gift of a song.
- EJ
©Emma-Jane Barlow,
all words are my own.
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A Collection Of Poetry (EJPoetry)
PoetryA collection of poetry that I have shared on different social media platforms. I will keep adding to this collection so add it to your library. Follow me on Instagram, Twitter & Facebook @EmmaJanePoetry.
