She collapsed, breathless, and ready to give up. The grass was soft brushing against her naked skin. Breathing shallow, and head is heavy, she knows she doesn’t have much time left. She takes her final breathes and whispers to the wind. And with that whisper, the wind drained her soul and carried on with the sky. Leaving a body lifeless, soulless and empty.
The Dancer
She steps in time,
Her movements slow,
Her body knows where it must go.
An empty stage,
An audience of one,
Her body slowly come undone.
This space is hers,
This music strong,
This feels the place she does belong.
She fights the tears,
She fights the pain,
Her goal is not to entertain.
It is here she breathes,
It is here she can see,
It is here she can move naturally.
She wades through waves,
And glides through storms,
Her body slowly grows and transforms.
Her limbs released,
Her mind unchained,
She closes her eyes and slowly inhales.
Journal Entry;
Shadows.
The light from the window beckons in,
Calls out, “It’s a brand new day” .
Shadows dance across my skin,
Begging me to come and play.
Wrapped in my sheets, head starts to spin.
I’m my bed today I know I’ll stay.
Dark hands pull me deep,
My bed now a prison.
All I can do is weep,
Yet, if only I had risen.
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