April 23, 2012
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Ten hesitant dancers,
New to being okay with imperfection,
But swept into the music,
Into the spirit
Of singing this girl out of her pain.
Running along the black and white,
Frantically searching
For the right places
To let out her song,
To bring out a melody that would
Lift her
Out of her darkness.
She needs their effort,
Their dedication,
if not their grace or their skill;
She needs their ability
To pull her away
From this heaviness.
The dancers,
They ache,
Exhausted by desperate searches
For destination after destination--
But they are saved,
Given rest,
By the beauty they create,
By the lost soul
That is saved by their aching.

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