PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

She wonders often how much of her self she's given over
How much is her karma and how much of thiers she forfils
She dances through life with imagination and flair,
beats of lots of different drums. Angry tribal rounds,
joyful prances, worrisome shuffles, excited gigs, sensual salsa,
wild tangos, loving waltzes, vengeful struts,
she dances with her spirits. She's never alone but often afraid.
She can't stop them anymore. Why try? They soon move on.
Who just said that really? Her or them? Is that really what she thinks?
Did she really see that? The cup is always missing, the keys are always hiding,
the pens are always sliding, the doors always open and never shut.
She can't worry there's never time, so she takes them for dances to keep them kind.
Sleep is interrupted with burning midnight questions
the days are full of unwanted answers, so she dances with spirit
and treads a careful line so that she does not become a tool for thier designs.
She takes her place its her dance now for her spirit.
It's her time xx