Poetry From the Heart

I forgot about this poem. . .I had written it over the summer.  Then I read it this morning and it brought tears to my eyes.

I long to move.

I long to do a beautiful dance,

that shows my flexibility,

my beauty,

that can impress almost anyone in a second.

I long to twist and pull and spin myself,

with such a grace that will make him fall in love at first sight.

I long to make not the crowd go

"Ooooh" and "Awww"

But to put them in complete awe,

to silence.

I long for my simple shoes to do magic,

and my frame to be the real meaning of beauty.

I long, in one dance,

to show the sadness of child abuse,

and animal testing,

and starving children in Africa,

and show the happiness of a newborn child,

or the smile of the owners of the Nobel Peace Prize.

I long to be mysterious,

hidden,

open,

and lovely.

But most of all I long to be as passionate as Rosa Parks,

a newly married couple,

Martin Luther King, Jr.,

Martina McBride.

I long,

TO BE MYSELF.