Pink Tulle

I will dance around you with pointed toes. I will hesitantly observe and outline the shape of what you could be, what I have dreamt you would be since my youth. My heart will plead to step closer. My intellect will impede my feet. You are a ballerina that embodies my own spirit; that flickering wick that casts shadows multitudes times its own size. You are beautiful and in my own most intimate moments I cannot stop staring at you.

You are my dream, the bounty that can be my life here on this earth. You are the ultimate capture of who I was created to be and what I was intended to do. I can feel your pulse in rhythm with mine sometimes and in those minutes I am well. At those times I am more than well, for I am abundant.

Please, do not stop calling to me. Stay lit and alive, my spirit. Fan yourself again the dark walls and light the faces of those who see who you truly are. Shine modestly and confidently.

And self - earthly, malnourished, and improper self - do not stay long away. Forgive your misgivings and step closer. Do not be afraid of the dancer whose feet are your own. Because that beauty you admire is within reach. That rich and satisfying depth is attainable.

Achieve it.