My Realm

The dance theater is my physical expression of emotional repression. I break the criticism of society with the twirl of my open arms to embrace those i adore. My 2-step guides me toward the path of righteousness, away from my oppressors, away from my fears. the scaling stage is my supreme realm of opportunity to spin my legs, to find my destiny. The Lord is my spotlight and I praise Him with my every encore of endless disco. My partner dips me and I am able to see the world from a new, inverted perspective. The heels that support my ever-moving feet transport me to my deepest desires, to the field of my blossoming love. The beat of my allegro step is a motif, a metaphor of a life guided by time and tempo. It is ever so fortunate, however, that because I am the dancer, I control the beat of life, the laws of time. Every step is a chance, every move is a change, and every bow...success. I swing my hips to the tune of the piano, the melodious escape that perits me to meditate on the deepest of my thoughts. My sleek black dress flows as do the eloquent words of my speech when I shout for joy and whisper for romance. The beauty of my dance is seen equivalent to the beauty of my gentle soul. I skip, swirl, and spin to shatter the opprssive chains of the judgemental society in this ballet we so often refer to as life. My improvised step mocks the therapeutic concept of thoughts on paper, for my soul is steadfast and refuses to be confined by the graphite of a #2 pencil. My enthusiasm spills forth from the tips of my rhytmic fingers until I slip on the flooded floor of hope and perseerance. I glide gracefully beyond the liitations of scoliosis to straighten my life fro mdisarray and decay. However, I exalt thee, my dear scoliosis, for alowing me to bend beyond familiarity, which in effect allows my mind to twist around concepts beyond human understanding. The edgy jitterbug hurdles the burdens of a broken heart to the floorboards where I trample my wounds under the stomps of my raging tango. With the unfathomable affection of my soul, my herat waltzes toward prince charming. In his shining armor, we dance the night away with our spontaneous salsa, a hot burst of romantic comfort that melts the arctic ice. I embrace the potentital of Dancing with the Stars because I am as temperate and limitless as the swift night sky. My emotional state is as intricate and vital as the energetic Krump step, a street dance of escape and recognition. The hip of my hop springs me beyond the expectations that life so heaviliy subugates upon me as I juke the adversity of adolescence. My sassy dress flashes a spin in the blink of an eye, but my heart refuses to cease so quickly. My soul yearsn for life, for love beyond eternity.