A Moment In My Life Poem by Monica Engeler

I taught myself to play the piano
And then I learned to strum a guitar
One two three one two three but no zero
The guitar has frets chords and those bars.

So much practice time is needed for each
Theory, notes, rhythm all those come in sync
Then those six strings EADGBE to teach
Just love it when those pop songs are in link.

Finally, when practice time is over,
the keyboard is turned off for the day,
Or the guitar is returned to its corner
Alas, the room is quiet in a sole full way.

I closed my eyes dreaming about tomorrow
The thoughts of practicing was far away
Only my worries of future events now follow
How I worry what will soon come my way

Its been months and months of therapy
Doctors, pain, x-rays, tests what more?
It's my left shoulder throbbing unhappy
Lifting it up and down then its too sore

So whats the problem Doc, bad?
It's a Partially torn rotator tear.
Lets continue Therapy for another tad
The surgery you will not bear.

A final therapy arrived with no sign
I called my Orthepedic to see him soon
That afternoon the message came in line
Tomorrow, come to the office at noon.

I arrived at the Orthepedic room
The receptionist logged me into the notes
Then the nurse escorted me to a medical office soon
Doctors again, maybe a solution will be finally noted.

Here comes the Doc, how are things going today?
Pain is still not great no solutions found yet
And so its down to surgery I say.
'Recovery is long and painful I bet.'

'Yes.' the doc said, a year until everything is okay
Your arms in a sling for six weeks
Then more and more Therapy your way
Maybe then the pain will be far away.

The day was set for October 13 a Friday
I went home numb and a bit scared of it
The only thing I wanted was a happy hour, nay?
I grabbed my guitar and ipad and said shit.

Six weeks in a sling too long and the pain
No guitar, or no piano practice what will I do now?
Reading, drawing, crying is helpless useless so vain
It will be a long lonely time, I will not bow.

My worries will go away, and I will find ways to cope
The hours of practice seem gone at this time
I am scared, but I will not give up hope
Things seem far off, but life never ends in rhyme.