The Broken Guitar

The Assignment of Frustration & Purpose

I sat on the broken stair steps, the clouds in the sky and the rain of doubt damper my mood. This guitar and I had a deep connection. It was how on the coldest and darkest winters, the heat and hell of summers, I suppressed this depression with the strum of its strings and songs. I was chasing to get my renewal and smile back. Depression has the art of stealing it without your permission…