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Poetica
Michelle Richardson
United States, MA, Boston

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The Dancer

I have so much inside


and as I try to hide and disguise my pain


I find achievements lost in sadness gained


I feel like I'm going insane as my chest sinks I feel I can't breathe


and at times I think my heart stops beating


So much love to give but little to none receiving'¦


I keep misleading my heart into thoughts of promise


 when all that's there is an emptiness...


that takes over who I am


All I want or better said all I believe that I need is a loving man


A man that will love me and take me into his arms


and make me feel like I'm alive


And even as I strive to achieve greatness on my own


I realize that even if I did it wouldn't mean much


because in this struggle I'm by myself


What good is a trophy you've earned if no one but you


can see it up on that shelf


And as no one chooses to decide...


for the options offered by loving me


I wonder why it is that no man can truly see


The beauty that a commitment to me... can bring


Sometimes'¦I wish that I could sing... but if I sang


As the history of my soul rang...


it would be to the melody of another sad love song


Talking about how I had it but it didn't have me


How I wanted what didn't want me


How I gave to what didn't give to me


and how I loved someone that just didn't love me


I'm tired


I feel that as my time on this earth expires


I'll have less to smile about when my time comes


The only joy I can find is in my 2 sons


and that should be more than enough


but for some reason its not


It seems like I'm the one that love forgot


When all that is sought'¦is a little understanding


Life becomes that much more demanding


And comprehending my misfortune


becomes more and more impossible


And less achievable


On this ballroom floor competition called life


I feel like I'm the dancer that's invisible


And that's too bad cuz I got some good moves


And if anyone chose to dance to my groove


I know I could take the title


But the fact that I remain unseen and unfound


Makes me idle


And my feet can't move to the melody of happiness


Cuz I can't dance alone


And I can't condone the fact that those around me


gracefully flowing across the floor


Don't have any moves that are better than mine but


they're the ones taking home the awards and trophies


And my spirit bleeds


Because I can't prove myself on this ballroom floor within what's now become my twilight zone


Because even though I'm the best out of all of these dancers...


I just can't dance alone


 


                                                                                                                           Copyright © 2006


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Comment by: - 2008-04-29 09:07
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Beautiful, full of emotions and inner thoughts. I was able to connect to certain parts. Well written.
youngroyalty Comment by: youngroyalty - 2006-05-05 11:55
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i love this piece,it's really good,the compostion and how words are controlled so you get right away the picture it paints. I love this poem.............
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