Revelry in Waiting

Finding my rhythm

Dancing with your hands in the air, Hair flying around. You look like you are without a care.

Oh, how I wish I could be The girl dancing in her revelry, Bouncing and swinging to the beat. If my mind would only retreat.

Then I would be that girl, Standing there, Without a care, Hands waving in the air.

But for now, I stare and sit in my chair. And work on the repair That it will take To get me there, With my hands in the air.

Michelle March is a writer, designer, and consultant from Richmond, Virginia. In her spare time, she enjoys spending time with her husband of nineteen years and their two crazy cats, Luna and Halo.

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