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[flaminsuga]

I'm making another poem. I feel like it. Poems and profound thoughts cheer me up, and I need some cheering up right now. There is so much mess with this ASP shit going on, sometimes it's hard to bear. But my quilt is sewn with optimism, and it's staying that way.

My Stage, My Dance Floor

Fade in.
Here come the lights.
The curtains fall away,
It's just me.
One girl,
Standing on the stage that is now flooded with spotlight.
The music rolls in,
Slowly at first, but then gaining speed.
I am still,
Unmoving.
I can't find room for this thing called rhythm.
But then the spotlight crosses my face,
And my eyes open.
My arms start to move,
Then my legs.
I fall into step.
One and two and three and four...
The music grows faster, making it hard for me to keep up,
But I just grow with it.
There is no room for fear now,
It's all dance floor.
My dance floor.
One, two three, four...
Faster, it comes,
But I keep up.
I won't fall behind.
I won't trip.
Sometimes, there is no step for me make,
No place for me to go,
No spotlight on me.
But I keep going.
I won't fall out.
Five, six, seven, eight...
And one.