She dances left to right,
around and around in the cold dark night.
The beach is where she flips and turns
the place she can dance like no one is watching,
because no one is watching.
The smell of fresh dandelions just over the hill,
overwhelms her senses.
Throwing sand up to the skies,
then dancing the pain away.
The sand thrown in clumps,
as if she were throwing pieces of her heart out.
Kicking and screaming was the norm
every night and everyday she thinks,
“what did I do wrong”?


The ocean waves crash forcefully onto shore,
pounding her in the face one by one.
The thunder was so loud her heart stopped every time it crackled.
As the storm rolls through the clouds
the rain and wind grow stronger and stronger,
she’s never going to stop until she gets what she wants.
When she dances in the wind,
there’s a feeling she gets as if she’s falling upward.
Who could have done this to her
some people may ask,
What’s the reason she won’t ever stop dancing?