Dancing Alone for the First Time

Dancing Alone for the First Time

Every time you trip along a country road
warmed by your torn sneakers, dusting up gravel—

ears buttoned up with too much/too little sleep,
gawking at nothing serious, your eyes too soft
with hallowed tears, humming some old hymn for comfort,
as you wander onto the two roads diverging—

Every time you drift in the dark,
allow yourself a little mischief—

Wrap your arms around the grief
and dance until you love yourself

for the first time.

2017 April PAD Challenge: Day 17


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