My Legs

My legs
are so tired.
I stand on them
all day long.
I have done this
my whole life.
Waking up
this morning
my legs hurt.
I stretch them.
I will not work out
today.
Not today.
I can not.
The pain is too much.
I take my Motrin,
and sit and drink my coffee.
Legs pulsing in pain.
I hear music
in the distance.
Its a song I love.
Damn.
I will dance today.
It is calling me the music.
I get up, get dressed and
go. Legs still sore.
I get to my class.
I can hear the music
like thunder pumping.
The Beat is in my
head.
I get in and see
the bodies spinning.
I stretch and stretch
and wrap my feet.
I am like a child,
hurry, hurry, hurry.
I quickly get up and
am gone like the wind.
I can no longer feel
my feet or legs. Its magic.
Dancing for hours, I stop
breathing so hard.
I get ready to leave
and look down at the
girls feet next to me.
OH your feet are bleeding.
I say.
She looks at mine.
Yours are too.
I look down.
Looking at the bandages
on my feet.
blood coming through.
Not a lot just a little.
For some reason,
it feels good.
Now I can
go to work.
My legs feel good.
My feet a whole
new story.