Her Dance – Poem by Ali Grimshaw

flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw

"Remember your dance? The young girl inside me calls out, "Remember?" Dad told me how, as a baby, I sat on the floor rocking side to side, just smiling. Later I was known to start the day with only one shoe my frustrated mother shaking her head while the school bus left me behind again. I was a girl who thrived climbing trees, running through woods I wasn't hyperactive, just a mover. Running brought temporary relief. The only dancing I knew growing up drill teams of painted girls, performance dancers that wasn't me. Finding social dancing in my 20's was like a drug. Swinging partners in dancehalls escaping thoughts I didn't know how to turn off. Anxiety, the never ending loop of ideas. I found myself in the music. I floated free. It is never too late to turn the music on find…

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