She dances, the fire;
So adamantly.
So tenderly she sways.
She dances for her life.
Certain notes free her,
and then she hones in on her core,
her being.
Residing in that strength she waits;
patiently,
knowingly.
Surprising her audience with her bursts of movement,
she twirls with ease and shines so bright.
Her elegant flicker and crackling grace oppose her inner-struggle.
Yet she chooses not to be snuffed,
rather to dance on,
for life will not wait.
Onward, she thinks,
with no regret.
She dances for her life,
because, if not her, no one else will.
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 2:49 AM UTC
She dances, the fire;
So adamantly.
So tenderly she sways.
She dances for her life.
Certain notes free her,
and then she hones in on her core,
her being.
Residing in that strength she waits;
patiently,
knowingly.
Surprising her audience with her bursts of movement,
she twirls with ease and shines so bright.
Her elegant flicker and crackling grace oppose her inner-struggle.
Yet she chooses not to be snuffed,
rather to dance on,
for life will not wait.
Onward, she thinks,
with no regret.
She dances for her life,
because, if not her, no one else will.