#Poem at night: lost dance

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August 2016

The more I read my old posts and my old poems the more I am astonished how well I have described my healing path and how it felt getting to grips with my past. Maybe it does not feel like that to other people. Maybe I am not good enough with words to bring that over. However, for me, it was cathartic to write about it and still often is.

The following poem has not capitals and no punctuation marks either. That is on purpose to emphasise the feeling of being lost and confused

July 2011

lost dance

lost feet prance along

the obscure paths
of soul
it can not remember
the choreography
of freedom
it can not remember
the choreography
of happiness
it can not remember
the dance of life!

 

Video thanks to Ballet Vlaanderen via YouTube

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