Dance; The Language of My Soul

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16226
United States
40° 42' 2.9016" N, 79° 29' 34.3896" W
16226
United States
40° 42' 2.9016" N, 79° 29' 34.3896" W

Lingering at the studio door are the memories of you.

At last I am able to let go of the pain and sorrow you felt too.

No one knows of the journeys we took, too passionate to overlook.

Graceful at our fingertips,like hidden meanings in a book.

Underneath the hurt is a layer of hope, guiding me through every arabesque and coupee.

Against the cold floor, my heels kiss as the music begins to play.

Gliding my legs across the floor, my hands begin to tremble.

Every movement and emotion are meant to resemble.

Over and over again the memories of you flash through.

Falling farther and farther into a state of grace, I am able to ignore the thought of you.

My heart pounds, my feet point, and my passion erupts. This is why I dance.

You left without saying goodbye, similar to how I currently prance.

Slam! My body hits the ground as the music fades.

Obsessed with the passion that drives me, piercing my veins like blades.

Understood only when I dance. My voice, my personal identity, the language of my soul.

Language of my soul; Dance.

 

 

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