Let It Out

"Let it out! let it out! That's all you have to do!" 

I hear these words written across my room. 

Why must they be so ignorant! Do the know what is in my head? 

Surely they do, if it gave them enough courage to have plead.

Cello 

The soft melodies of the cello drift me fast asleep. 

The slow rifts from one note to another seems just as bleak 

as the words I say when I speak. My mind flowing into a peak.

Vibrations resonate through my chest, making it all feel so real.

All the while, giving my heart a grip as hard as steel.

I push back the tears that threaten to fall, as the corners of my mind begin to crawl.

They crawl to a place where the inner depths of my feelings stall, 

stalling a sensation of what  can only be described as emotional fall.

The cello's notes speed up, leaving a drywall of its emotion, leaving a commotion 

inside my body, stirring and churning through the burning in my soul. 

As the rifts whir back down to a decrescendo, slowly leaving my body turning,

I realize how powerful the beautiful cello can really be.