(C) 2021, Pamela Schloesser Canepa
My life is a three-ring circus, but someone forgot the popcorn.
I am a performer that sometimes falls at breakneck speed,
Never allowed to simply sit in the stands.
Sometimes I fret over how I have performed…
I sometimes am greeted by smiles, and other times, worry lines.
After a fall, I dust myself off and practice my turns, I can not give up.
Maybe it never slows down, and I’ll need to stay well-rehearsed
Maybe I should call the shots and require performer’s rights
Being a one-woman show who enlists others to join
We’ll dance with elephants and laugh with the monkeys while singing jolly songs
I don’t control this circus, but I can set the tone.
The smile on my face is my choice, the reaction I choose is my dance on the wire.
2006. Ballroom dance practice.
2009, before I retired these shoes.
Dance of Life by Pamela Schloesser Canepa, (c) 2019
Please don’t tell me how to dance
and don’t critique my dance
This dance is life and is not a dance with death,
it is a dance with what I’ve been given.
Don’t check the boxes while I dance
My dance is what I’m feeling inside
My dance is where I am in life…
It changes all the time.
To think I used to wear those shoes,
I danced away depression and blues.
Did I worry about a judge?
I also forgot to bear a grudge.
Now here I am, sneakers and yoga pants
and I still at times break into dance.
Sometimes the flow of words is my dance,
Sometimes comforting a child is my dance.
Don’t stare and check your boxes,
the dance is the story, a story, partly fiction
the story is me, the dance is survival
One can only live through self-expression.
I am not within the box,
and no one else draws my lines
so join me if you dare, or laugh along.
Yes, laugh, I said. It means that we’re alive.