Dance – Jina Wallwork

They spin and twirl. Their spiral dance flows with a delicate elegance that is beyond my reach. My eyes follow each movement, yet my feet cannot follow. I clunk and stomp without beauty and grace. My feet follow a different path. I’m surrounded by wonder and as I view its magnificence, I know that I don’t belong. This can’t be my song; I can’t dance.

I listen to the beat within me and I allow it to guide my movement, dictating the position of my feet. I must dance to my own rhythm without questioning the direction it’s taking me. As the song gets louder, I stomp, move, and jump. I claim this song because I share its rhythm. There are many dancers that share this magnificent sound, existing as part of the same song. I have now found a place where I belong, and I can now dance.