Dancing In the Dark
It’s like a secret dance in the dark,
only you know.
Where nothing can be exposed;
the lies, the cheats, nothing.
When you wake up, you can feel.
You can free your soul
from the box that it’s trapped.
Is there room to cry?
When you dance in the dark,
engulfed by blackness
the quiet words lead you in.
Hush,
don’t let anyone hear you.
If they do,
they might know your secrets.
Copyright © Courtney Ehman | Year Posted 2013
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