i picked up my feet and the ground started to rumble

that moment in my world where i felt the stiffness in my shoulders

the anger that i had built a home for is now making its way out of its place and into a new sight called “feeling”

opening doors

lifting the corners of my mouth that turned into its wanting desire to spark my head

because one beat of a rhythm

one thought of nothing at all besides the chorus in my body

swaying,

singing,

moving

i was moved by my favorite person and now walking through new doors was something spiteful

trusting yet cynical

but if i could describe dancing it would be one full honest heartbeat.

one simple word,

“free.”

like a feather clipped its wings.