matthew adams Poet Rhyme

The Dance

Every night I dance with the memories
     and all the pain.
When I wake in the morning
     I'm never the same.

All day I go through
     with a constant ache.
Questioning the day's resolve
     and will I make.

And then like a butterfly
     my spirits lift.
No more rowing through life's current
     now I just drift.

Falling asleep to the music
     of all songs I chose.
Each tune playing a memory
    as my eyes close.

The melody of hope
     to fill the heart.
Last night of the wrestling
     the dance to part.

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Kim Rodrigues December 20, 2023 at 12:18 PM Wonderful! We ache, we get butterflies,we wrestle but it is when we let go and allow ourselves to drift with each sweet memory that we lift ourselves and fly, looking upon our lives with clarity and hope! matthew adams December 20, 2023 at 3:10 PM Thanks Kim. Maturity seems to be a good catalyst for being able to have some of the insight that you describe. At least for me. Thanks for leaving a comment!