And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.
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 because
Dance is the hidden language of the soul.
You'll learn, as you get older, that rules are made to be broken, Be bold enough to live life on your terms, and never, ever apologize for it. Go against the grain, refuse to conform, take the road less traveled instead of the well-beaten path. Laugh in the face of adversity, and leap before you look. Dance as though EVERYBODY is watching. March to the beat of your own drummer and stubbornly refuse to fit in.
When you feel like there's no way out, life laughs and toys with your pain. But, when pain is built on top of pain, the doors of mockery close, and you can walk out into the world, with a newfound understanding and acceptance of what shit you have overcome and how much stronger you are, when you're headed on your way to face new challenges.
Life fucked me over, so here's the journey of someone who is ready to embark on a new beginning.
(Poetry/Spoken Word)