photo credit: Jan Hartzler Buerge
Dancing with Despair
She invites me to dance
although I have been hiding
hoping she won't see me.
But, I don't dance well, I say.
She says, never mind
dance with me,
I want you to dance with me.
And so I give in against my
own alarm bells and better wishes
and let myself be led to the
dance floor where others seem to
effortlessly move to rhythms I
have not heard or felt before
and yet I know them.
And so I dance with Despair
for she says that if I do not dance with
her, I will never dance with Joy.
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