Waiting for relief

I miss

my friend

the one

with

the

mirrors

that show me 

how I look.

The friend

with the wood

floors 

that echo 

my dance

steps like

a cadence 

in my heart.

The friend

with the bar

that supports

my arms

legs and

body.

I never thought

that I would 

be in a place 

where 

I would 

not be

able to dance.

its something

that grounds me.

Its all mine.

I do not have to share 

it with anyone.

But right now 

my body is healing.

but my heart

is waiting.

Waiting

for relief. 

As I close 

my eyes

at night

I continue

to dream. 

Dream 

about dancing. 

Dreaming about

floating

and flying

and sweating

and crying.

until then,

I am simply 

waiting 

for relief.