Freedom Poem by Sabrina Kennemer

there is no room to dance
there is no room to spin
the bright strobe lights at night
cannot illuminate the greys of my days
the pressure to perform
adds so much weight to my feet
that i am unable to leap into my life
my dance instructor
choreographs my steps so precisely
i don't have the freedom
to figure out the steps
i must take for myself
it is time perhaps
to look upward
to dance without fear
to dance without stepping
at the bar of heavens gate