Hello, my friends. I just saw my friend Stef’s most recent post on why dance matters to her. It’s for a special project, which you can read about here. Seeing as my last post was a bit too long and a little on the negative side. I’ve decided to share a poem I wrote about this very subject. I consider my poems to be very personal, and you may take from it what you please. I’m only happy that you’re viewing it.
I dance. In a fading oasis shaded from heat.
I dance. And chivalry’s fragile heart still beats.
I dance. The Father smiles at me.
I dance. I’m who I’m supposed to be.
Hope is fragile. Hard to kill.
Though weary, it lingers still.