she found her dance once more!
and there
she found
a piece of her soul was healed
a piece of her self returned

her dance was there—it was always there—
in her heart,
but
she had lost it for a time
for a time there in the dark

she had trouble finding it
behind the pain
underneath the broken
in the midst of that dark night

but it was always there
and when she found it
and took it out
she wept

sweet tears of joy
then
bitter tears of sorrow—

tears
for all the dances
she never danced
tears
for all the poems
she never wrote
tears
for all dreams
she never brought to life

she grieved the loss
of these pieces of herself that never were…

and while she knew that
such captivating beauty
and
such exquisite being
were only born out of such dark night,
she weeps for what had to be lost—
weeps for what had to be forgotten
for what had to be broken
what had to be torn apart
had to be extinguished

lost,
so that
new rhythms might be danced
forgotten,
so that
new poems might be written
broken,
so that
new laughter might erupt
torn apart,
so that
new dreams might be woven
extinguished,
so that
new passion might ignite

and there she rejoiced
for that rhythm
for those words
for that joy
for those dreams
for that fire
that gave life to her soul once more

for she was made
to laugh
to dance
to thrive–
this was woven into the very
tapestry of her self as she was spun into being
inside that womb long ago

and so with courage as her rhythm
and with hope as her melody
she finds her dance once more!