Dance

I move

Fluidly through the room

Spinning

       Arching

               Bowing

I leap through the air, landing and turning,

almost     silent

I tell a story, crowns and crows and old buildings and ruined worlds,

But then I stop.

"You can't dance."

Those three words

Are like a wall,

A roadblock

A tiny little bump in the road I trip over and suddenly

I'm stumbling. 

I can't dance?

It takes a while, but finally, I get back on my feet.

I start moving again.

If I can't dance, you can't see.

This poem is about: 
Me

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