Dancing Strong

Every time she dons her liquid form, she is wild and gloriously lost.
Each day she hopes that there will be another like it.
In my heart I sob purely for her. The only way I know how.

A blazing kaleidoscope of swirling lights of shame and solitude reveals the entire spectrum of her sentiments. All of them pirouetting, spinning, and leaping, uncensored.
Words that can’t be said out loud, raw words, pure words, blinding her, in her head.
There is an Inner thunder raging and she wonders if she is dreaming because only she claims it.

Life should be erasable, she thinks. At times it is the most desperate notion she has ever conjured
If she can learn how to dim the kaleidoscope to unveil shallow hues, bright only on command
Perhaps for once hell’s lights will not outshine the illuminations inside her head, preventing her from her obligation to remember how he……….