A Bittersweet Dance
Inspired by BlackStack Writers Circle Oct 2024
I leap and I fall
in my victories and my bawls.
Cloud9 highs following Earth dirt lows
remind me that life is but our own flow.
Arms suspending in sync to the score
ignoring shoes that keep sticking to the floor.
Less choreo for the vacant eyes
more surrender to what beneath the skin lies.
Shimmy and shake through tight temporary aches
move like your gut knows exactly what's at stake.
Float and rise when fleetingly aflame
not just feeling within other's timeframes.
A lost melody returning to grieve
a slow whine that brings reprieve.
Like ooh this is my song
But dearest Self, are we ready for me
To get into the groove so limitlessly?
This makes me smile, look at how you pushed through and took up space for yourself! I love this so much! Thank you for sharing with us!