As We Dance I Survive Poem by Lisa Bray

as i dance though the deadly cold
the lighting strikes the path beside me.
as if the lighting is walking with me i dance in a way no one could understand
the thunder sounds to the paths beat
as the strangers look at how i come and bypass them without a thought of kindness
my heart has began to grow
GROW cold and hard
my faith has grown weak
i don't look for my love for hes not coming for me and my haters.
im still unloved my life is hell
i don't see why im being treated this way.
when i seen a man he looked at me stopping me.
pulling me off my path.
for ever to never know why he did it.
but he loved me until his death it made me stand up and fight weather then dance to the thunders beat and the lightnings path i am a stray with my old beat and path just with more of a kick so close to my freedom ill soon have my new wings so i can fly to the heavens
and see me love one last time