So am I

I feel 

the wood 

bar under

my hand

Supporting 

me.

I hear the music.

As I look at my

reflection 

I look old.

I hate it. 

Close my eyes.

Breathe in

and let the music

take me to 

that place.

The place that

forgives.

loves.

heals.

transports.

What is 

the meaning

of life,

right here,

right now. 

As I start to

cry 

I make myself

open my eyes.

Because when 

you are truly

a dancer 

Each movement 

is beauty. 

I just have 

to remind 

myself,

so am I.