MY VOICE
A dance with words happens each time
I try to capture my feelings hidden within.
Evasively seeking to escape unnoticed,
my thoughts peek out behind the curtains.
Wanting to be on stage, waiting yet fearful,
needing encouragement, at last permission is given.
Shyly they enter unsure of acceptance,
then the music surrounds them with purpose.
The dance begins, my soul fills
as poetry is created. My voice is heard.
(Photo of me in my dancing days!)