The lights falling on my skin.
The silent audience staring.
Cold, yet warm stage.
Music starts softly.
Movements flow from within.
A message I try to send.
My chin held high,
My arms are down,
The movements are my feelings.
No more fear.
Just memories,
Just sadness,
Just peace.
Feelings mingled.
The stage is calming my insides.
My persona changes.
I'm the secret me.
Secrets revealed,
Secrets I never told anyone.
The stage is my release.
There, I don't care who I am.
Movements made of secret thoughts,
Memories.
Music rhymes with my story.
On the stage,
I find myself.
Through dance,
I find myself.
My movements are always true,
As true as the stories I tell.
The music
Is the narrator.
My choreography
Is the representation.
I long to be
Once again on the stage.
I long for those mingled feeling,
I long for finding myself.
The stage is everything to me.
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