Follow Me Through

I step out carefully,

feeling,

more than listening,

to the nuance of the music

 

I let myself linger

reaching out, breathing out

 

My energy rises,

my steps quicken,

and I’m pulled into it.

 

It leads me across the floor,

and I follow it

out and in,

down and up,

growing and growing,

trip-a-let, trip-a-let.

 

And then it softens

and slows,

and the pulse carries my light feet

as they brush the smooth surface

of the stage.

 

One last turn

and I have finished

the dance.

Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741