My heart is a dancer.
The harder I try,
My heart's dancing faster,
Its rhythm gets high.
Its steps are quite simple,
And music is fancy.
The calmer I feel
The slower it’s prancing.
The deeper I hurt,
The louder it’s beating.
Who’s going to find
The remedy to heal it?
My heart is a dancer.
It’s drumming forever
And jumping in terror,
And soothing in prayer,
And knocking, and ticking,
And stumping, and daring,
And loving, and weeping
While, thankfully, dancing.
My Heart is a Dancer
© Copyright: Гульнара Элрод Умарбекова, 2019
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