dance of life – pamelascanepa

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.

Blackshoe2IMG_0009 2009, before I retired these shoes.

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.

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