I
dance to a rhythm,
A
rhythm of my own creation.
A
wild flower dancing
In
a storm,
A
mermaid,
Against
the current.
The
music is loud in my ears.
I
can feel it tugging
At
my strings and chords,
Reverberating
within me.
Every
breath, a note,
Every
heartbeat, a drumbeat.
Melodies
of magic
Playing
at my core.
I
dance,
Unaware
of the world;
I
dance
Dropping
every mask,
Every
show, every emotion;
I
dance
And
dance
And
dance
To
a rhythm
Of
my own creation
Written
28 January 2014 – at 12:30 am
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