the dance

 

Sometimes my brain needs to sit in the quiet

Many times I force that stillness into motion

When the quiet presents itself, it screams at me

It’s not a subtle nudge like most might experience 

But a warning signal launched into the air 

Hoping desperately for me to finally grasp & turn off

I’ve realized the majority of my adult life has been a dance

A push & pull of sorts 

Between one soul & my own

You discover quite a bit about yourself as you continue this dance

Once the music is silenced it slowly roars out of control to gain your attention

This is me

This is my life

Or should I say this was my life

What pulls me back into that dance

While beautiful at times, often beauty was replaced by a nightmare

Who then, in their right mind, continues to fall back in, as soon as the music begins to play…

not this time…

not this time…

this “sealtian” will be my own❤️‍🩹