My Body Poem by Ginna Yadav

My footsteps fall steadily, creating a rythm as they move
Gently and slowly my body awakes to a new order
It sways, it turns, it churns itself... I make it churn
And the way it pains, it teaches me where I go wrong
Master be I of this machine, yet it be my teacher
The slow but steady growth it undergoes makes me stronger
It makes me realise the need to respect it
And all beings that move in this musical world
For a body is given to you... choose what you may want with it
I just want it to dance its dance in its own unique rythm