Dance
June 1, 2024
When my brain fails to make sense of things
When peace won’t enter the confines of my mind
My deliverance comes from movement, from the body.
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Movement
My sincerest, most genuine, and loving self whispers
“Soon”
And my humaness screams
“How much longer?
Have I not waiting long enough?
How much more must be endured?”
I still feel like I’m in a fight
A fight and ring of my own making.
Round 3, down and out, exhausted.
Nothing left to give
And somewhere inside…
I hear my own voice:
Stop fighting.
Breathe. Sabai Sabai.
Dance instead.
