Dancing above

The pressure boils up right to the top but never explodes,

Held down by the constant living of my scenic dreams,

That calmed the rapid beating of my heart,

The inner tremblings of my hand and the desired shouts that are trapped in my throat, united together, and expressed itself as tears.

I am soothed by the soft melodies playing in my ears at the cool of the night,

The change of environment, by my constant moving and the power of my kind speech, heals me gently.

There are many days where I just want everything to bubble over and be consumed by the dread of this dark experience.

But the hard work that built my  strength and resilience, prevails, as I rise above the pressure.

At times it’s not about bringing things down, but dancing above it

Anu Aborisade