Misguided hearts
By Katie Wilhelm
I am broken
I am wounded
But I think to dance.
I am scorned
I am angry
But I want to dance
I am shy
I am guarded
But I choose to dance
I am stonewalled
I am afraid
But I will dance
As a woman, I am looked
upon
In certain standards
It’s unfair, it’s
misleading, and it’s crude.
I just want joy
So here I go.
Up, up, and away.
I choose to be gutsy
I choose to go where no
one else
I know
Will
Around and around I go
I feel
Free
I feel
Safe
I feel
Like myself
Only better
Upside down, right side up
Who cares?
Spinning faster and
faster,
Whoops and cheers sound
around me
Not from men
Drooling all over themselves.
But from women
Of power and prestige.
Supportive, beautiful,
talented.
Each with their own
wounded story to tell.
Each with their own poise
and purpose.
My body takes me to new
heights
New goals
New freedoms
This dance partner of
mine.
Let’s call him
Bronze.
He is tall
Strong
Stable
But, he does not speak.
He does not hurt or let
down.
He just stands there
Tall and stoic
Never faltering, never
moving
Except in orbit
My dance partner
Is at my command
It is up to me
I alone control
How he supports me
Moves me
Caresses me even
I feel unbelievable
freedom and spirit when I am with him.
Like skydiving
Terrifying and exhilarating
My new talent
Not yet refined
But talent none the less.
This new found love of
mine
Will never
Can never be replaced.
I will continue this
journey of self loving and discovery
Until when I die
And I reach the heavenly
gates
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“When I
stand before God at the end of my life,
I would
hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, 'I used
everything you gave me.”
― Erma Bombeck
― Erma Bombeck
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