Dance

My Mother said she knew my feet were meant for motion when I hit the ground,

Like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth, I glide

She also said that she cringed with every step,

The world would consume my light, she feared this would happen,

Like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth, I glide

I told her it would never happen.

I would not let the world break me.

She would look at me…her eyes oceans of the pain I’d endure.

woman dancing behind glass window
Dmitry Yakovlev/ Unsplash.com

Like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth, I glide

Oh, but then I met you,

Son of the soil, fruit of the sun, seed of life

In your arms I soared and fell on my back, I have no recollection of where my feet are…

I wish I could glide on this,

Blink you away,

Drench every memory of you in tears, drink you up and spit you out!

But, my heart seems to relish this feeling, there is something about this anger that smells like ultimate power,

It rises from the depths of my heart to my skin,

Look closely how it glows, an ember of power…

I wish I could glide on this feeling, dance away, like clouds, soft cotton buds on the earth.


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