You dance, you limp

Some nights 

I find that I can dance with fear. 

Look it straight in the face 

And find my rhythm anyway,

Ignore its calls for me to sit down

Turn its threats into melodies 

Somehow dancing on disappointment and

Shaming the devil in his own game. 

And some mornings 

I can tell that sleep 

Hasn’t washed away 

Yesterday’s weakness 

And I can feel the limp coming 

Before my feet even touch the floor. 

Some days you dance 

Despite things falling apart,

Some nights you walk away 

From one of the best encounters of your life 

With a limp. 

Part of being human 

Is not always feeling 

The way you’d expect. 


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