The Dance

Life bowed deeply and reached out his hand,

Fingers long and elegant

Against the changing fall light.

“A dance, my dear?

A waltz? A tango?

It’s your choice.

Times passes so quickly-

Won’t you join in the dance?”

I shyly put my hand in his,

Finally gathering my courage,

Stepping out onto the stage,

The leaves swirling down around us like stars.

For so many years,

I played the wallflower;

Careful, safe, monochromatic.

But no longer.

The music began to play,

And I twirled with wild abandon,

Around and around,

Embracing Life with arms open wide,

As the colors became vivid and my heart opened

Giddy with freedom,

Knowing I will never sit out another dance again.

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