When I Dance
Somber winds beat against the door
fallen words halted by the sound
forgotten ways yearn for the past
feelings once erupt are now bound
without words how can I express,
the darken thoughts filling my mind
the glaring stares piercing my zest
the brokenness making me blind.
With wind breezing I feel freedom
music motivates the movement
comfort forms with newfound wisdom
my limbs display slight improvement.
If so my soul may have a chance,
my gratitude swells, thank you dance.
This poem is about:
Me