In dreams she feels the dancing of her feet,
The secret longing to be on the floor
With mirrored walls reflecting every beat,
And music everything she's living for.
An audience is not her biggest aim,
But movement that is purest harmony.
Her steps are swift and light, like candle flames.
Each prescious note has set her body free.
But morning comes and she must face the day
Within the confines of her new wheelchair
Listening to the voices that all say
Be brave. A new world waits for you somewhere.
When all she ever wanted was to dance,
To be an active partner in a song.
Instead she's hurt and will not get the chance
To feel the music carry her along.
© 2011 Pam H. Murray
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