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Jan 2020
I danced in the kitchen last night,
There wasn't any music,
There was just me,

And the TV,

And the feeling that I was free,

Like my body lost its borders,
Like I forgot what it was to fear,
Like for once in my life,
I was real and alive and here,

I danced in the kitchen last night,
In a noisy house,
All on my own,

And for once in my life,
I felt like my body was my home,

I want to bottle up that feeling,
That I am all I need,

I want to capture that feeling,
That God cut my strings and I was freed,

I danced in the kitchen last night,
And I don't know if I will again,
But dancing in the kitchen,
Felt like a beginning,
Not an end.
Hallie Richardson
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Hallie Richardson  19/F/Texas
(19/F/Texas)   
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