Boomerang

A silent castle 
Made for one 
Drawbridge closed 
Silent screams bounce off 
the great wooden door 
of your defense 
Cold stone walls of fear 
close in on you 
forcing you to scream 
out Loud 
The release-painful-but 
Release 
and now 
Where do you hide? 
beneath raining tears 
of the reality you’ve been 
running from all these years 
blocking out the sounds 
of pain 
of Bach 
and Beethoven 
Longing to hear 
To scream 
meet your true self 
Lower the drawbridge 
and . . .scream !
Who you ARE! 
Wind up the music box 
feel the music 
from the inside . . . 
		     And dance 
  
 
 
1997 Tammy Crone