The dance goes on.
If you stop moving,
you cease to exist
And so, you dress up,
show up, cheer
yourself up
in order to tell the world
it all hasn’t gone to
shit
when it seems it
might
at any moment,
and you need to be
eloquent enough
to handle it with grace,
dancing on the edge
of extinction
as if the alternative,
the misstep,
the plunge into doom
is unthinkable.
While the world spins
the wrong way on its
axis,
swirling around
inside
and outside your head.
You dance because
you dare not stop
until the spinning ceases
and who your partner
is
comes into focus,
the man you love
or a man you don’t,
but loves you enough
to fill you up for
the moment,
making you weep tears
of joy
and release
while you hide
what you really feel
in hope all will get better.
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