He Danced
He danced with eyes wide open
A gentle tap upon the floor
There was a freedom you couldn't close in
He couldn't be held down anymore
His arms reached above his head
Raised up toward the stars
Toes etched messages loose on from dread
You almost couldn't see the scars
Thin little lines that adorned his wrist
Must more painful
Than a fist
His pain was finally over
The darkened clouds fade away
He looked up heavenward
So grateful for the day
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