In the midst,
clenching my fist..
..with eyes closed to the world..
Toward those that hurt, slight, ignore..
..for it’s painful..sympathy, community, craved..
Favored by the music, never let me down…
Prepare to drown in the sound…
…I’ve found to get me through..
..through life’s downs, ups..middle ground.
Found myself again. Relinquish fist. Eyes curious.
..caved and turned on the radio…
Submitted as part of Jingle’s Poetry Potluck