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My Dance

I feel the blood hot beneath my skin.
Rushing through like a wind driven rain.
The storm clouds are gathering in my soul,
Electricity seeps through the air; I am preparing the stage for a ballet.
My ballet and my dance.
The curtain is finally ready to rise and I open my eyes.
And with the awakening of my determined pupils, the thunder roars.
I leap into the air and twist my body with all the strength I can muster.
The audience is forgotten for now, as I express my longings and my deep yearnings.
My hair not tied tight and taut neatly on my head,
However, like a wild stallion, it is all loose, long; like fingers feeling the wind and all that she carries.
I am not held down by rule bearers,
And as I throw my arms up over my head, I portray a silent cry, a silent scream, which explodes.
I will find my way, I will find the beauty of the sunlight,
I will run, run far, just as I run around the stage.
I will run to you, I will not be pinned down.
I sway and flex my toes, and rock my hair all through the air,
I am a bold spirit and I posses no fear.
I will find the meaning; I will rush into my destiny and fly on wings of purple passion and gold.
I dance my own dance; I am not timid or afraid.
I rush through the water and splash through the surfs of time,
Till we can dance our own dance and fly through the heavens, with no soul to stop us.
This is my dance, and I will scream my heart's passion for all eternity.





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