Silence is almost deaf-defying But each message is strong and speaks my truth
Oneâ€™s dance ritual springs flames across my soul The other caresses and calms everywhere she travels
My heart and mind begin to burn inside Their burdens chain me down
Hoping time will solve The rust on my chain is growing old
Published on Feb 7, 2011
This incredible poem was written by one of my Creative Writing students in Spring 2010. The photograph was of three women dancing. I love...