Poem -

The music on the radio

I am caught
I am not struggling to be free
Tones of emotions
And ranging voices,
they capture me
I feel the instruments, soft and humming
The vibrancy of colors forming
behind my eyes
As I listen to
The music on the radio
and feel the resonance as
my voice meets theirs
I don’t understand how I
become so easily lost
Lost to human worries
adults doubts
Fake exhaustion is taunting me
And home is not always home
Dog fur covers everything
And my face burns from salt water
Salt water put there by her 
By her latest slap of words
But I don’t even really care
I am in ecstasy
I am in love
With no one
Just in love
Because of the music on the radio
Each song on the station carries a message of faith
A need for something
More than themselves
I love hearing different people taking
What’s in their hearts
Giving it meaning with their unique voices
I love the sound of every strain
Every nuance in tone
It all takes me away
He takes me away
Sometimes I start to feel empty and useless
And I surround myself with what I know will make me feel worse
Depression rampant
Stamping out hope
And squelching fortitude of soul
But tonight I turned on the radio and I remembered Him
God gives me purpose and love and faith
And wants me to share it all
even more than I do
The bad things are put away for a little while
All from the promise
in the music on the radio

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