There's a grittiness to my soul
Like the sound of a harmonica
Notes sliding over me
Like sandpaper on wood
I feel the music in my chest
Vibrate on beat with my heart
The harmonica glides across lips
Roughness glides across my skin
A pain that sings
Then the music blows
Sweeping away the past
That is now dust
Leaving me smooth all over
–Stephanie Lawrence