Melophobia

I hate the way
my fingers aren't
stiff and the
cello is beautiful and
I know the piece by
heart but my bow is
heavy and scratchy
like a brick and
I'm playing with all
the wrong rhythms and
backwards beats and
I hate the way
eleven months is getting
me nowhere and that
no one can understand
why this is
not
so
simple
and I hate that this
is such a defining
(confining)
poem.
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Sorry. Just needed to vent a
Sorry.
Just needed to vent a little.
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