Dance
From the poetry archives
A swirling mist began to dance on the floor
She entered the room, not looking back to the door.
Raising her arms—signaling this dance
The ancient prayer position setting her into a trance.
Beginning the rhythm inside her head
She started dancing to a beat - the words left unsaid.
The aura around her was pulsating and bright
She couldn’t recall her heart ever being so light.
One by one her thoughts drifted away
Into the last fading lights of the day.
Beauty and grace enshrouded her every move
Each step well-designed to calm and soothe.
As she danced through time a cloud lifted in her heart
The answers she’d sought she had known from the start.
The dance was ceaseless and flowing like the sea
And she knew in her heart now her spirit was free.
This one is also from deep in the poetry archives. I had a really rough past few months, and when I was looking back at my poetry, I found this gem. I didn’t write this about my own life, but actually about a character in a book I loved in 7th and 8th grade.
Reading about this character learning how to dance (which was not socially acceptable in her culture) was one of the first times I realized I loved to dance for the peace it brought me. I didn’t get to dance often as a child, my parents pulled me from dance when I was still young, and as an adult I don’t often get the opportunity. But this poem was so hopeful sounding, I wanted to add a bit of levity to my return to substack. Love, light, and healing to all.
xx
Luce
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