They once made beautiful music together, until she was desperate for more.
Something much greater for her was out there—a feeling she just couldn’t ignore.

Spent years of her life playing second fiddle, moving with the symphony.
Never once did she think leaving would be her only remedy. 

But from age nine to twice as many years passed, they had grown apart from each other. 
With this crescendo building in her soul, she knew she couldn’t stay much longer.

She knew the day when she would play her last song, 
she sat center stage, under the glaring spotlight, wondering where it all went wrong. 

But it was time for her to face the music and get her life on track,
so she packed away her things then never looked back.

So this is her ode to an idle violin, laid to rest in velvet, all those years ago.
She’d found herself through composing her own poetic pieces, soon as she wasn’t afraid of letting go. 

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You can find this poem in my debut poetry book If I Bare My Soul: a collection of poetry & prose available to order only on Amazon!