After YEARS... I've written a poem. It was born over my pouting that my knee hurts all the time. I blew it out in August and it's still not quite good.
It's a villanelle, not written that great LOL. But I shall torture you anyway.
If I could dance again, would I dare to?
When I leap, I will learn what waits in pain.
Would you ask if the cost would follow you?
Do you doubt if I tried that I'd follow through?
I could rise from each fall and reach again.
If I could dance again, would I dare to?
What if the choice meant losing all I knew?
Everyone would say that I am insane.
Would you ask if the cost would follow you?
What if my life could be polished anew?
It might be a wish that will turn out vain.
If I could dance again, would I dare to?
What if my fear retreated as I grew?
I must move through the doubts that still remain.
Would you ask if the cost would follow you?
Could I honor the cost and still sustain?
Would I step toward a life in broader view?
I could dance again, if I would dare to.
Would you ask if the cost would follow you?