Amazing and beautiful this dance of what we call life.
Bloodied footprints upon floral framed roads paved with strife.
Always climbing high and low elevations.
So much pain, misery and devastations.
Chills, heat, stabbing and the numbing cold.
Just a few glimpses of what we feel so bold.
Bruised and battered.
Rebuilt and then shattered.
I still dance although upon shards of broken dreams.
I still dance and hear the music of the in-between.