Day 4- Dancing

(I have to double-up today…I missed Day 4 yesterday…dange it.)

Dancing used to make me sweaty and happy at least four nights a week.

Dancing used to provide a much-needed release to what I thought were monumental woes, jam-packed into what truly was a worry-free life.

Dancing stopped when I became an emotionally, verbally abused wife and mother.

Among the ruins of my first marriage, dancing was dying too.

Somehow, my insides have always known how integral dancing is to my happiness.

Now the dancing I do is in my kitchen while four little ones bounce around me, giggling and more excited as the song plays on….

Now the dancing I do is in secret, in my bathroom when my outfit is especially cute and my lipstick is right.

Now the dancing I do is out of freedom and love, out of rebirth and redemption.

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God
Everybody wants to pontificate
Eyes rolling
I mean like gawd
Everybody wants to pontificate
Perpetrate some sort of fraud
Speculate on another’s character
In retort, the witty

(unpredictable shots is critical to analytical analogy)

work to create the very best in social media posts, flanked with hashtags
saved in eternity.

Can’t you see this is spiritual?!
God…
breath ragged
in my mind I have started revolutions.
I just can’t seem to stick with the cause
it burdens my brain
when I just wanna be
free.