Pressed against the Mind

      Small weights press against the mind.
A slight escape of air is lingering upon
pale petaled lips. Oh the triggers of
pinched colors find vivid reels spinning.
Hiding the views behind the closed
eyelids.

     Here I dance. No longer concerned
of the uncertainty within my nerves
nor of the issues scrapped across my
skin. Here, I just am free. Just so, here,
long enough to escape the pain. Bits
of joy that just keeps me going.

     Echoes of laughter and smiles
encourage me to keep pressing forward.
Not giving up and being the stronghold
for others.

     Silently I cry. Internally. Not
sure if it is in happiness or pure joy
of the release. Nevertheless I am
me. A hope doesn't tease me. A
real, tangible feeling before me.
One tear slides down my high
cheekbone.

     Reality hits but doesn't crumble
me. I raise up because I understand
my needs, my place. As much as the
words lose flavor and the deepening
pain stabs I still look forward.  Placing
one foot before the next. Moving and
breathing.

     Indeed the tasted film quietly
calms the heart and steadies the
wrist. All that trembles is the unchained
hope.

     Yes, here, I dance behind a veil.
Vibrant and alive I am. Echoing the
voice inside and breathing the heavy,
weighted mist. I stand tall in a
crippling rain. Quaking only in the idea
of thrusting my spirit upon all who
listen.

    Indeed I sing. I dance. I breathe.
I dream.  I love. I hope.