As I Dance Poem by Jorge Loera

As I dance in the rain,
I let flow my inner pain.
As I dance thru the smoke,
I fill my lungs with words
that hadn't spoke.
As I dance under sunshine,
my own moves define, the brightest
of its own design.
As I dance in the dark,
I embrace my fears, I dry my
tears and make my mark.
As I dance to the snow, is like
a fallen audience with the softest
bravo and surely I feel it hitting
my skin, hundreds of enchanting
blows.
As I dance from the bursting heat,
those worries melt, pouring to
my drumbeat.
As to when my dance will make an
end, is not a question, I won't
pretend, this dancing soul
was godsend.