A Poem: Grace

Fact is, I was sinking.
My best friend offered me
a gift. She gave me a CD
to listen to. She didn’t want it.

I, on the count of never getting new things,
accepted her gift. I went home to listen to it;
killing two birds with one stone, I drowned
out the clamor of my ireful home.

Never having listened to this particular band before,
I had no idea what I would hear. I wanted to like it,
but I didn’t expect to like it. I should have asked her
If she thought I would like it. You know,

when you’re sinking, you take a lot of risks in the hopes
that maybe (just maybe) something will inflate you; in the fight
to stay above the waters at those times when the floods rush in and
your hunger to live is at risk of subsiding. When I was young.

Well, the CD was gorgeous. The lyrics spoke to me in a language I had been
searching for. I wanted so badly to be understood; I still do. The voice of Adam
gave me the life I didn’t think I could have. All 13 songs penetrated me in a place that
I had forgot existed. I lived by that CD; I healed by it.
The anthems to my sorrow lifted me up and saved me.
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