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Jo's Writings and Musings
Pliè
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
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