Edge Dancers

I see you, sweet friend,

Holding back your tears.

Holding back on life.

Desiring to be seen.

What if there was another way?

An unhurried holding space

For confessions, obsessions,

Perceptions, and affections.

And for the nature of trust

To be born.

A place that knows the difference

Between shadows and shame.

Ownership and blame.

Where you can feel the pulse of energy,

Magnanimous in her flow.

Don’t you know that this is who we are?

Lovers of the space between.

Dancers who are the dance.

Dreamers who are awake.

Emotional beings masquerading

As rational.

I wonder why we ever longed for reason…

And while others may have forgotten,

Deep down, they host hidden yearnings,

That are screaming from unseen corners,

Of every cell, in every room.

Waging silent wars,

As their pain bleeds pleasantries.

They rage against the mutiny of suppression.

Longing to feel everything.

To be brokenhearted.

To soften into dust.

So come with me,

And help signal there is another way,

Even though it scares them.

Maybe we need to be scared sometimes,

To fully delight in the surrender.