memories

i cannot sing

i cannot dance

i cannot love

 

when i open my mouth

i remember

when i open my heart

i remember

when i move my feet

i remember

 

how my voice was ripped

out of my throat

how the trust was torn

out of my heart

how i was knocked down

to my knees

when i tried to dance

 

oh how shall i ever learn to love

when the memory of pain

makes my song of love become a dirge

the memory of fear

makes my dancing feet begin to run

 

no

i shall never sing

no

i shall never dance

no

i shall never love

again

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. Trackback: very early healing pieces « Emmaatlast’s Weblog

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

Kyra On The Go

Adventures of a Paddling Triathlete

an algonquin affair

tales of one woman's ongoing love affair with the waters of Algonquin Park.

Abbey of the Arts

Transformative Living through Contemplative & Expressive Arts

Canoeguy's Blog

For those interested in restoring wood-canvas canoes

Nature's Place

The place of Nature in the 'ordinary' Spiritual Life through Meditation using Macro Photography to illustrate.

Katrina Kenison

celebrating the gift of each ordinary day

UnTangled

tell a redemptive story with your life. now.

%d bloggers like this: