the day i found myself dancing

awkward always
there was no sway
to the way i moved
God knew you had no
rhythm so She rewarded
you with curves instead
my mama said

still i tried one foot
in front of the other
i’d grind my way into
a bump but usually found
myself head first in a
great pile my uncles
nearly died from laughing

you think too much
she told me empty your
brain and just listen a
minute there is a flow
in you that will show you
exactly what to do so i
thought what’ve i  to lose

so many doors had to
close for me to reach that
quiet space and unfold
just listen eyes shut i heard
the music and waited for my
body to remember it’s
rhythm

right right left left back front
turn step right right left left
back front turn step right
right left left back front turn
step i’m sure i glowed finally
in step with a class full of
pros dancing in time

i lost myself that day in
those turns and loved myself
along the way as i found
myself at a pace where i was
more than that clumsy girl
falling out of time i finally
lived up to the imagine

of that free girl in the
patterned dress filling a
dance floor

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The Day I Found Myself Dancing

5 Comments Add yours

  1. yvonne williams-jones says:

    This is good,  what was the website for the flyers?

  2. heyannis says:

    Beautiful narrative poem, Wanda. And, I love the photo. Thank you. xoA

  3. Anke says:

    Waited for my body to remember it’s rhythm – I can relate. Thankyou

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