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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