THE BEAT OF LIFE

My fingers dance to the beat of my feet

Sometimes a little too much

Without watching out for

The dangers

Of a road crossing

Through the messiness

Of people

Who walk through a city wonderland

Of shops, streets, restaurants, trams, lights,

While we listen

To the music

Of our hearts

Allowing tears to be pushed through

The gap

When we want the

Grief to be complete

And no longer

A struggle

Of knotted pain

That keeps us from being in an

Abundance

Of freedom

And pure

Happiness

Found in a new path

Towards

Our fortress of life

In reconstruction

Allowing us to dance

Once again

(Emma Phillips 08/04/2011)