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.


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