i dance through life... its rythem silent upon my deafened heart... silence becomes my reality as darkness shadows my stage... my wayward soul ...twisting franticly in the chaotic realm of the world my choices had made... the dance ... tortured steps through hell on earth... every movement brings wrenching pain...the storm... sitting upon my horizon... waiting to wash away the past... its rage calls to me... within myself i search for the song... thunder rolls ... reality... as i slept, so did come my awakening...
I begin to feel the truth within the calmness of the storm. As I invite it into my heart, it quickly sooths my soul. I hear the songs of angels in the whispering winds of time as I sway like the branches of a willow tree in her gentle breeze. The pain has gone. My world blooms as the flowers of spring. My every step becomes the rosebud which opens it petals to the heavens then stretches wide to share the beauty of its growth. I have become the stage. The storm rages on as it dances through me. With its brilliant flashes of lightening, I now see the shadows for the demons they are. Serinity takes control of the chaos within. I am forever grateful to the storm of change. The storm becomes my dance.
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