Stepping up to grab the mic,
There's bar chatter and blinking light
Lovers whispering and holding tight
and I just want to sing.
Just wanting connection for moment to life
Just feeling the release of turmoil and strife
I nervously flip that microphone in my hand
pace back through the room where I stand
and I sing.
I pour from deep in my soul all the words
that every radio listeners heard
but I paint them with pieces of my soul
and for just a moment I'm known.
I belt out the notes of my pain
The loss and the things that remain
I bellow the echo's of loves place
with a microphone held to my face
I sing in a room of drunk strangers
of my sorrows and darkness and dangers
I sing of my wrestling with the Divine
and I sing of woman not mine.
I radiate melody and song
as the bar crowd sings along
Enchanting them with strangers words
I but for a moment finally feel heard.
Friday, September 4, 2026
It's Karaoke Night
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