The Dance Of Wounded Souls Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul

The Dance Of Wounded Souls



closing my eyes...
slowly I turn
dancing to the music in my mind
I gracefully bow to nothing in front of me
and I am forced to remember the rules of my life.
swaying to and fro
like the pendulum
that keeps time and you from me
I reluctantly keep the rhythm
in the dance of wounded souls

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