Still I Dance

“Dance, when you're broken open. Dance, if you've torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you're perfectly free.”

― Rumi

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everything hurts

and what doesn’t hurt

doesn’t work

sometimes it seems like

I am defined by my wounds

oh I have them

my body is laced with scars

white lines on knees (5)

and shoulders

where tendons and cartilage and bone

have been repaired

my body carries its wounds clearly

not so clearly the scars

on heart and mind and soul

lost love

bad choices

people hurt and betrayed

things that make my heart

my soul

ache

and still

in this broken vessel

the Sacred dwells

and still

love stirs

and I stand again

and breathe

again

and try

again

and

the dance goes on