Ode To Joy – Ludwig Van Beethoven


when i was younger, i took piano lessons.
my fingers weren’t exactly the best at it,
clumsy and couldn’t remember where the notes were.
but i got better at doing things with my hands,
sculpting, writing.
as a sort of distraction from the reality i refuse to accept.
the knuckles covered in acne scars,
shaking more than they used to.
my fingers still play the imaginary keys,
absentmindedly thinking of how,
when i was younger, i took piano lessons.

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