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Life has moved me in ways I never expected

A dance I knew I would be part of

But a plot I never understood before being in the moment

My heart bears scars

Of love, of abandonment, of abuse 

My Spirit is still strong

It has healed, it still yearns 

I still pray for that I have not experienced

For joy, for a love reciprocated, for security and protection

Life has bent me and formed the person I look at in the mirror

But the soul that stares back is kind, caring, and still loves

She prays for peace and joy, and continues to wait

Practising the dance

Slow turns, deliberate movements

Smooth and calculated jumps

Like a ballet with a single dancer
Spinning and stretching

Waiting to be caught