I have been beaten. I have been crushed. I could choose to give in. I could choose to hide in the corner. I choose to dance.
I dance because no one is watching. I dance because everyone is watching. I dance because my son is watching.
I dance because it heals. I dance because it forces me to move. I dance because, through the dance, I find my smile. I dance, because when I move, laughter fights its way back. I dance to keep the darkness away. I dance to make the sun break through the clouds.
I want my son to remember my laughter. I want him to remember me dancing. I want him to grow up with a song in his heart and I can't teach him that if there's no song in mine. So I dance.
I dance because it feeds into the rhythm of the earth. I dance because it makes the world turn. I dance because the alternative is to give up. I am not made of that stuff.
I dance because to stop is to rot. I dance to keep my heart beating. I dance to feel my life. To feel the pulse of my body. I dance through the tears and the pain, and through the dance, I remember how to smile. I call my happiness back to me through the movement of my limbs. I pull the person I used to be; the one I loved, back from the shadows where she retreated when I forgot her. I let the darkness win-for a fleeting moment, it was the power and not the music that flows through me. For a moment, the dance was over. No longer.
I dance. Because that is what I am. I am the dance and the dance is me. It makes the world turn, and I can be a part of it if I feel the movement. I am the dance and the dance is me and the dance is life. Keep dancing, keep living, and find your happiness again.
