It doesn't matter how much energy I have left
In face the more exhausted I am
The more I love to move
To run and leap
To feel as gravity has lost it's control over me
To feel each of my muscles working as a beautifully coordinated team
To stretch my legs
The more I run
The better I feel
Not soon after
I find myself dancing
Not the type of dancing you would imagine for modern times
I dance what seems to be somewhat ballet
But mainly just me
My muscles and I
Rejoicing together
With leaps and bounds
Twirls and spins
Pointed toes and arms opened wide
All for the music
The music that fills the cracks of my soul
I soar
Loving each small movement of my muscles
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Sorting Poems Of A Pessimistic Optimist
PoetryThese are basically poems that I use to sort out my emotions and such. The poems might be really cheesy and stuff just because the type of emotions I need to sort out most of the time. I will still update the other poem collection but I will post lo...
