Again, this place, again
Nothing new under the sun
What I'm experiencing anew
Has already been done
Back in '92, I almost gave up
But I pressed into the pain
I faced my past with courage
And used my loss for gain
I've stopped dreaming of magic
And that a happy ending awaits
Instead, I live and love in moments
Constantly adjusting my plate
Today, grief is on the menu
Bitter sorrow rises, again, in my throat
Not to worry, just my harmony
Hitting a sour note
Look, there's Morticia on the piano
Pounding out the black soot
Even with the chains of loss
Wrapped, tightly, around her foot
Without the minor keys in living
There would be no need for major strikes
Although I will adjust my playing
It will no longer be based on unanimous likes
.....because I'm finally at home in me
written by Trudy Schrader on 08-31-2018
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