This poem, written on October 30, 2006, was inspired on a horrible day and is about a place where I can really be myself: the dance studio.
My Sanctuary
From the bustling,
Stress filled day,
I long for release.
A quiet sanctuary
That worships movement
And pays hommage to music.
From the bustling,
Stress filled day,
I long for release.
A quiet sanctuary
That worships movement
And pays hommage to music.
A place where, despite its flaws,
It’s smudged mirrors
Which force me to truly see myself,
It’s walls littered with holes,
It’s black floor worn and filthy,
I can find peace.
It’s smudged mirrors
Which force me to truly see myself,
It’s walls littered with holes,
It’s black floor worn and filthy,
I can find peace.
The music begins,
Bodies sway and
Loose themselves in
The divine rhythms.
A voice counts and suddenly,
I’ve found my private Eden.
Bodies sway and
Loose themselves in
The divine rhythms.
A voice counts and suddenly,
I’ve found my private Eden.
i like this one the most. i think you express yourself beautifully and i connect with this one the most :)
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