The Rhythm of Healing

The room is mine

To freely dance in

And escape the anger flushing within

Dancing on the count 1-2 and 3

I am me and I love to be

And here I twirl some fluttering rounds

There I see going unhealed wounds

I tap my feet really hard on ground

Now I am free of thoughts quite black and brown

I am all dizzy and the sight is blurr

Clearly I see the weights go away

And how worthless they were

Now I am on the floor

Sitting tired, and I wonder

Am I the dream I saw as a child

Or am I a thunder, all messed this while?