Poetry

 I walk and I walk and I say everything is okay. Just some feet aching here and there. it’s all ok. From cheer-leading tryouts, to distance running to dancing.  Practicing and teaching many dance workshops, to learning Kathak dance again who would have thought, would I be able to jump again? Would I be able to stomp and tap again? Would I be able to do ten circles again? What’s broken is broken, but I’m not broken. It’s all okay. I’ll be a new me.  It’s all okay; I’m walking every day, "What is all this tendonitis"? and arthritis. Just words you see I sing, you see l listen to music, you see I talk on the phone, and I’m ok. I’m still teaching dance in a new way. I’m still doing everything, A little aching here and there, legs and feet a little weak. I’m ok. You see, I’m just growing. Just a little pause, to watch what dance steps I did.  Just a little pause, to learn the dance steps more. Just a little pause no more tears. I’m b...

           The rivers by the grassland Shallow yet narrow Glowing from the sun With a spark As the dust of dawn The rivers by the grassland Shallow yet narrow Define the beauty of a lady Walking nearby holding her lovers hand As she turns to him laughing and walking Etiquitely, wearing her long gown, Dressed in pink, heels so high As she, laughs at his jokes. The rivers by the grassland, As she gazes deeply into her lover’s eyes Standing still and smiling at him. Dreaming only to be with him for eternity by the rivers by the grassland. Only, to hold him by her arms tightly, and comfort him. Whispering words of love, deeply As she, walked slowly, by the rivers by the grassland.                                         ...

Her dreams were there, but her imagination was beyond. Her mind was not still, Her thoughts ruminating. Thinking and fantasizing.  Her reality was still Her mind was not still. Her thoughts, ruminating. Thinking of an incidence, laughing at herself. Of extreme laughter.  Dreaming of thoughts Not in her reality. Only wishing  what she had  Missing in life. Her mind was not still. Her thoughts ruminating.  Staying still in her room, Her comfort place, Only rethinking, reliving the past. Only repeating what moments had happened in her life. Dreaming of unreality imagining only the reality. When a moment Was gone,  That moment was the past. That moment's present was over. Would it be stronger the moment she had relived thinking It a thousand times. Would it be stronger in the future?  The moment she lived. The moment she suppressed. The moment she  I wanted again and again. Her mind was not still. Her thoughts ...