...That was the day, I became
the Queen of Fools....


-.. So often, in my confidence
would I enter the stage
bright, crimson red
flowing ribbons
as I would leap and twirl
Exaggerating my movements
as my story was told
not through words,
but in the fluidic movement
of dance.


But when I lost you...

it was such an abrupt halt
as if gravity hadn't laid upon me
one set of toes
climbing the stars
as I held myself grounded
from the other..
Arched back and arms splayed as
feathered wings, to give me lift.-

And in this fixed position,
I began to weep.
Slowly, these fluttering wings
I released,
and placed my light toes upon the stage..
and left.


Never had I realized before
actual eyes had watched from
the backs of cushioned seats.
That I actually had,
an audience.

and I felt almost
mocked
as they requested my return.

As they threw on their neon robes
and dresses
and boasted their relations.
Taking their turns
to wear your crown
proudly, upon their floating heads.

Deep inside this beat,
and from the bottom of this pit,
I was sickened.
Why boast in competative
attachment?

Each petal is just as unique
and essential
to blossom a rose


And so, I tried to find my way
back under the lights
once more.
But once there...
losing my purpose
I was unmoving.
My breath became deathly silent
as though I were mute.

even as the bright
over-enthused faces flitted around me
I searched the outer void
and found my audience..
and so I remembered

it was not for them, I performed!
not to please
or gain any recognition.
It was for myself!
It was for my pulsing heart.
for the heavy beat of the drum
and how it made my aura burst
as I felt alive!
And now it shall be for you
with you...