***Serena***
I stare out at the dark grounds from my little spot on the balcony, flexing my hand over and over. It is really stiff.
I position my guitar on my lap, and it feels a little foreign where it has been so long since I have played it. One more thing that feels off kilter in my life. I pluck tentatively with my previously broken thumb. It's a little sore still as well as stiff. I shut my eyes and breathe in for a moment.
...Sometimes...you just need to push through it.
With a few winces at first, I start to finger pick a tune, a random one, before I progress to strumming a set of random chords that form the base of at least a hundred different songs that I know.
This feels good.
It feels better.
I feel more like me.
Music was a part of who I was and had definitely been an i
