My Turn To Dance
I discover me,
A dancing jester
To this life presented
To me.
I scanter and roll
And smile so sheepishly.
The music beats with drums
of haunting days
to come.
I still dance.
And feel weak still.
I take off my
Jester's hat,
With a few strands
of hair in my hand.
No need to help me.
It's my turn to
dance.
Copyright © Lisa Santos | Year Posted 2007
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