For awhile, I felt something was off.
Like I was dancing to a beat of a song that wasn’t playing.
The movements felt right
but unnatural, untimely.
We didn’t dance.
We were two feet off the floor
not trusting ourselves
or each other
before the music even started.
Somewhere, I lost my rhythm.
Always a beat behind the song that was playing.
Once you know a certain way,
you can’t un-know it.
We let each other down
and a dance floor of all our loved ones.
To dance again would be to let go of all inhibitions.
To be seen, really seen.
Possibly even loved
but love implies trust.
And to dance again with someone else?
Possible?
I see myself as if for the first time.
I know myself.
I love myself.
I trust myself.
I can dance to a new beat.
But I will no longer wait for someone to play the music for me.