And She’ll Dance Again

Unsteady feet, she is trying to get back up. She holds her hands out for support but there is no one around. Her breathing has paced up, her chest heaving in and out… Trying to gather all the strength she has and pull herself up again. There is a piercing pain shooting through her legs and the wound of betrayal is still fresh in her head. She was dancing, just a minute ago, a partner next to her, with grace and poise, but now she is on the floor. She was pushed and left to bleed. Blankets of darkness and silence surround her. She is hoping someone is going to pull her up, turn on the lights and play the music again. Bandage her wounds and help remove all old scars. She sits still… Hoping, praying, wondering when this will end, when the dance floor will be lit again, and laughter will ring out again. She is waiting… Her view is so blurred by tears, that what she doesn’t realise is that people are holding out their hands towards her. Waiting to pull her up again, waiting to help her dance again, waiting to dance with her again… Even if she notices them, she is scared, scared she’ll be pushed again, wounded again, left alone again. This is not new to her, this has happened before… They say it’s a part of life, but she is tired of it. It has drained her, left her exhausted… But… she misses her body swaying to the beats and her mind singing along with the music. She hates being on the floor, cold and alone… hates being surrounded by darkness and silence. So she’ll slowly pull herself, stronger than before, stronger than she was before she hit the ground… and she’ll move towards the lights and turn them on herself, and move towards the sound box and turn the volume up and it’ll hurt her feet to start over and she’ll be scared to fall again, but she’ll do it over, start it over… She’ll let go of all old wounds but remember the lessons they taught, and she learn to hold hands again and dance with people next to her… Pushing away the fear that they’ll push her down and leave her to bleed again… And this time, with every bit if strength she has, with every bit of hope she has, she sway to beats and her mind will sing along the words and she’ll go to the middle of her dance floor, where her heart belongs, and she’ll do what she loves, she won’t hold back… She’ll let herself go and she’ll dance again…

Muddled Thoughts

Another poem by random inspiration, I see have been really inspired lately, making up for all the time I have not been writing I guess 😛

A void of thoughts running through your mind,
A suffocation in your breath.
A burning feeling up your throat,
With a throbbing in your head.

Cold sweat running down your face,
With a thick sheet of tension around.
Vision that has been blurred by tears,
And something unsteady about you steps.

Caught in a maze with no exit,
Caught in a spider’s sticky web.
Caught in the trap of your own mind,
And lips with no words to say.

The harder you try to escape from it,
The faster it seems to hold on.
And though everything on the surface seems clear,
There is a muddle of thoughts in your head.

She is Inside of me

She is inside of me,
Frustrated, annoyed, angry.
She is in front of you,
Calm, composed and happy.

She is inside of me,
Crying, screaming, upset.
She is in front of you,
Dancing, prancing,laughing.

She is inside of me,
Waiting, waiting to be released.
She is in front of you,
As normal as she can be.

She is inside of me,
Dying to show herself.
She is in front of you,
Being a fake someone else.

She is inside of me,
Scarring under the pressure.
She is in front of you,
Calmly taking it all in.

She is inside of me,
Dying bit by bit everyday,
(There she is fading away.)
She is in front of you,
Alive as she can be.

She is inside of me,
But not anymore, she has been suppressed way too far.
She is in front of you, you know her,
Yet she is left wondering, if she knows herself.

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