My face doesn’t betray my heart

neither does my pulse thrum

too many beats apart

For, when I dance in the shadows

making light

of my plight

I waltz with gusto

urging my spirit to

take flight

So, though my wings are broken

and my feet slosh through tears

-they have perfect vision

as they dance away

the darkness of my lost years

© Vivian Zems

Real Toads: When Poets dream, lament and sing

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