It’s in my arms
This ache, this ache
From over-reaching
It’s in my throat
From speaking out of turn
Too ignorant
To slow to learn something as simple as
A rest
A break
A silence
A real musician knows
When it’s time to wait
And when to play

It’s in my bones
This ache for home
This graceless, traceless

This pain, this pain
We all complain
But how many trace it
Chase it down to the source,
Follow the course back,
Forth
Back
To find
What’s yours
What’s mine
This pain
This plain old
Life-defining game

And still
Killed me, dying off

You’re perfect

Caused the perfect pain

I’m still

Happy in this hurt
Still here to learn
To unlearn

It’s in my neck
From looking up, down
It’s in my wrists
From holding too tight
To you and everything.

It’s in my eyes
The window out
It’s in my mouth
The loosened shout
It’s in my ears
The silence soothing
It’s in the moving,
The making, breaking
Giving up taking
Finding the feeling
Bruises healing
It’s in the moment

Breathe.