Poems I Almost Burned (Along with My Sanity)

The Epigraph

Sometimes our hearts are musical -

Their voice both deep and shrill.

Sometimes they sink into despair,

And yet they beat on still.

Sometimes our hearts are musical,

But "our" is never "mine."

I am always in the shadows and I'm always left behind.

I can't step out.

I cannot shout.

I have nothing to write about.

I don't step up.

I don't stand out.

I do not speak or shout.

Can I be brave? Can I be brave?;

Can I myself and others save?

Can I be brave tomorrow for I haven't been today?

Sometimes our hearts are musical,

Sometimes they just give life,

And every beat is meaningless,

And each cuts like a knife.