my memories play together

a chord so out of key

clipped my wings and now i’m tethered

to things i can’t unsee

still bear the brunt of their pressure

and there’s no guarantee

that bridges burned will bring pleasure

or a sigh of relief

still i long to break my tethers

and have the chord play for me

photo credit: Olatundun Bimbo

Written by

Logan Gleed

Logan Gleed, senior, loves to write music, create new worlds and characters, and play volleyball. From video games to songs, he loves anything that’s story driven. His favorite books include Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë and The Song of Achilles by Madeline Miller. Logan is excited to serve as co-Editor-in-Chief this year, and can’t wait to further develop his writing skills and see the amazing works that get published on the Muse!