serendipity

self growth

i walked up on stage

with flowers in my hand

to give a final performance

one          last          dance

a          final          goodbye

((hold tight to your seats, my dear audience.

i am about to show you what a

hurricane looks like))

the choreography in my mind

i danced to the beat of the music

left right left right left right

spin like your life depends on it

jump so high they think

you're trying to reach god

now land neither gracefully nor clumsily

remember to dance like a human

rage  like ruthless winds

          make             mistakes

and             then                        scream

this is your last performance

((dance your stupid heart out))

it is now time for

your last routine

do it well

it will make all the difference

one.. two.. three

you can do it

slowly and gradually

you take the fall

and hit the ground

with such immensity

that the ground breaks

((and so do their hearts))

never have they ever

seen anything like this

(most would call your fall a mistake, a miscalculation, a blunder, a disaster. do they not know that disasters are supposed to hit. and your beautiful disaster which you so carefully orchestrated like a fall hit them in the heart, right where you wanted it to)

you bowed

because you had done it

you had made them feel

with tears falling down your cheeks

you hear the deafening sound of applause

they think you're crying because you're happy

no you're crying

because after being broken to pieces

you       can           still            dance           again

((this time even

your mistakes made them cry))

- how very proud you are of yourself.

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