My Constant Melody

Must I hear a melody
everywhere I go?
I can't seem to escape it
and yet I seem to know

that my very being has
always depended on it
from when I was a child.
It was there and it did knit

a special kind of macreme
woven tightly in my brain
that never does unravel.
It fact it does remain.

I wake up with a tune.
Its persistence mystifies.
It challenges me to understand
and try to realize

that this is part of who I am.
It does not go away.
As far back as I can remember
even while at play

these melodies were in my ear,
repeating constantly.
They only seemed cease
in silent reverie.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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