Dancing with Demons
I've danced with the darkness of my soul for so long, unable to keep the pace.
A specter that dances with demons.
I take the hands of trauma, self sabotage, remorse, repression, and rejection.
Guided by the dominating hold of my shadows .
Disheartened and astray.
A breathing corpse.
An acolyte to my wickedness, my own oppressor.
A sorrowful song plays to my deceptions.
Lost to the darkened perception,
Of my gloomy reality.
There's always the crescendo.
dancing fingers on keys of ivory give life to a melody of vigorous resistance.
I take the lead with force.
I am life, therefore I am light!
I am blessing of the universe!
I am connection to the moon!
An incandescent beacon of existence!
This deadly dance takes a turn.
I rise to the occasion.
Hair wild, flying in the air,
Grin on my face.
My demons can't keep up,
They gladly take a bow and their leave.
I blow a gentle kiss of gratitude.
But my dance, my music, continues, loving and exhuberant.
I am the choreographer of this production
A star on my well lit stage. I shine through the pitch of my black. Always dancing.