Painted in muted tones of shadows
my wandering dream takes shape.
My feet, once firmly grounded,
severed from the soil,
severed from my soul.
The essence of my stability, cut off.
Can I still dance? Resilient exclamations
echoing in my sighs, urging me to
rise up, dance the dance of courage!
My feet tell the tale of lost identity
beckoning me to embrace the shadow.
I hear my feet, screaming. I say nothing.
Transformation hiss whispers its secrets:
Embark on the journey into the self!
Shed the old, embrace the new—
I look out the window.
There was nowhere I had to go.
There was nothing I had to do.
