I am borrowing a line from a fellow blogger who has a rescue dog. The dog has a wild poopy dance, and since she lived in a crate for her first 8 years of life, Rachel said: “She must have been dreaming this dance her whole life”. You can read this post on The Cricket Pages, a WordPress blog I enjoy very much.
Those words, though, they got me thinking…
A song has started inside my heart, swirling, soaring and free.
I Try to dance, it tears me apart, the notes screaming their way out of me.
i reach through the bars of this crushing cage into the deepest of nights
and dream i’m a ribbon released in the wind, flying till it’s out of sight!
willing myself to learn steps in a waltz that no one has ever taught me,
i will whirl and cavort , my face to the sun, till someone shows up with the key!
This poem is dedicated to Butterfly.