I don’t dance
I spent my childhood chained to the rail
I cry out for something more in this life of almost … is
What was it you whispered again?
Invisible words silently fed to the darkest spaces
Pulse through my veins
Choking life from all who touch me
Your memory is a ripple in sands of time
A fading oasis beyond sweltering lines
Forever sweeping away on the wind
Taut and teasing
A barrier into foreign lands
Unforgiving in the way it leads
The way it never gives
I don’t dance
But the memory beckons a sway or two
If only to say
I drowned in the desert
And absence of you
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Wow! That touched a nerve in me. Powerful stuff 😊
Thank you so much for reading! I’m not sure if it touching a nerve is good or bad but I’m glad it evoked something 🙂
It makes you realize how vulnerable we all are and have always been.
Great one
Thank you so very much
Awesome! 🙂
Thank you Beckie!