Written for: Sunday Muse #163You see me, hear me,
think my eyes are closed
to better concentrate
and feel this lovely
music. Oh yes, I am
a child prodigy, not
not a choice made by me.
In my mind I see kids
my age playing sports,
hanging out at someone's house
listening to all kinds
of music. Always, I hear
their laughter. This
instrument has become
my ball and chain. When
I could play when and where
I wanted, I had a normal
life. Now that is stifled,
and you cannot get time
back. You see me, hear
me, but there is another
behind closed eyes.
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I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Very true. What a coincidence, Today morning I was watching a few videos on youtube about a child prodigy Soborban Isaac Barii,who is a physics professor at the age of 9. This poem echoes the same woes of that little genius.
very keen. like you i saw something quite similar in that image in regard to feelings of being somehow restrained, chained to something not quite their own. enjoyed your poem, very well written
purplepeninportland 
This is probably a truth many a prodigy has lived and felt. Heart felt and wise take on the image Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Oh the longing to be just another kid in the hood…NICE
“You see me, hear
me, but there is another
behind closed eyes.”
Much💛love
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Thanks, Gillena! 💜
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Heartbreaking.
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Thanks, wyndolynne. Probably true for many.
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A more frequent story than we are often told.
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Probably so.
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Sara, this is terrific writing! One of my best friends growing up was a prodigy …. and perpetually sad.
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Thanks so much, Helen! I wonder how many child prodigies are unhappy.
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This implies a sad story behind the closed eyes, and no doubt the cello tells it well.
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In each note, if you listen. Thanks, Bev.
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Very true. What a coincidence, Today morning I was watching a few videos on youtube about a child prodigy Soborban Isaac Barii,who is a physics professor at the age of 9. This poem echoes the same woes of that little genius.
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Yes, there is a price to be paid.
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How true – all the audience sees and hears is the performance.
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Thanks, writingwn!
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Straight to what it’s all about for many children.
Good she still is in touch with her inner self.
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Thanks, Syl. Never let go the inner self.
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I feel you have captured a moment in every child’s mind when they are in the throes of needed practice.
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Thanks, Susie!
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very keen. like you i saw something quite similar in that image in regard to feelings of being somehow restrained, chained to something not quite their own. enjoyed your poem, very well written
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Thanks, Phillip!
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Such a sad thing, feels like a robbed childhood. Nice take Sara.
Pat
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Thanks, Pat!
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