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Dancing Solo
A Poem
i’ve twirled again and again
for what feels like a small eternity
as each song floods my senses
and reminds me why i’m alive.
and maybe there’s something wrong
with trying to dance solo, solo,
in a world of complementary pairs
weaving in and out of time and space.
but i’ve taught myself the steps,
every move to bend and tilt at will,
as i cast my path through and away,
anything to get ahead in the moment.
i’ve sidestepped and tripped,
i’ve fallen onto my bare knees —
but still i’m standing in place
and taking my turns as they come.
and maybe there’s something
tried and true to dancing solo, solo,
even when there’s no one around
to watch and see the spectacle.
but i’ve risen from the flames,
taken my chances with that firestorm,
choked on the words again and again
as if they were just ashes in my throat.
