2/24/22 Dancing

 Dancing

As she listened, the music flowed through her veins, it controlled her every move. Her arms gracefully swayed to the rhythm of the beat. Letting the music control her she danced, expressing the feeling that could not be explained. Only through movement could she release the emotions brought to her by the song.

In this moment she was not herself but an extension of the song, bringing life to the music. She didn’t care if her dancing would be considered good or bad, she just danced to the beat of her heart. Whichever movement felt right is what she did.

She could not explain why she danced the way she did, it just seemed right, a true form of expression, bound only by the physical limitations of her body. Sometimes she stopped to imagine the motions physically impossible for her to do. Although not able to perform them, she knew that they came next in the dance.

No one would see her dancing like she did. In her head she danced like a ballerina, graceful and elegant like a swan, the perfect dancer. Her flaws were invisible to her, to her, the movement was perfect. 

Although she could see herself dancing perfectly she knew the world would not see her the same, so she never showed it her dance. Alone in her house she would dance with no worry of anyone watching. She could express herself without fear of judgment. The only approval she needed was her own.

Her time of dancing was relaxing, a way to release stress and detach from life for a while. Diving into the music, she would travel to a place, not of reality, but of emotion. A place where stress was not welcome and she could be whatever she wanted to be. Here she was at peace.


The End

2/24/22

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