I let the music fill me,
reverberating off my bones,
seeping into my pores.
My breathing becomes praying,
which morphs into a mantra
with every breath I draw in:
“Fill me Lord.
Save me.
Help me God.
Watch over me.”
Each breath exhaled drips
with words of thanksgiving,
cries for help
and glints of hope.
Tears streak down my face,
washing me clean
and healing me slowly.
This is called "Dancing for your life." I do it all the time. And sometimes I breakdance if things are really bad.
ReplyDeleteBreakdancing, huh... that sounds healthy... And awesome.
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