She dances- freely where air is music in her own home Fearful of green waters; of slickened thickening foam Charting- studying; the Talmud, Torah -the course Focus; stay sane; stay healthy; still... plunged into wet depths Masked breaths through that heavy silent lullaby swift swept Smothered in her queasy bubble uneasily reaching forth She dances- stretching against taut sticky edges- viscous Constricting restrictive her mind bears the risks of Keeping- speaking with; old photographs -active Routines; days drawn out into months nearing years Broken; tears muffling the stuff of sacred scared prayers Slumping into depression; not of God's flood this captive She dances- as she once defied cruel capture by cancer Fighting fierce not to ebb first; silence soaking; no answer

Beautiful ❤️
aww, thanks 😳
So welcome, hope it’s ok to follow 😊
I am utterly honored. Thank you 🙏!
Awww awesome 😊❤️
Her dance is a shape of rebellion🌻
And also a dance of purpose and survival 💃
It is good concept.