Scarry Night

As her eyes
skim the
silent ground,
the icy ground,
she waits for fear.
And from her cracking lips
escapes a
suffocating breath,
while her heart beats on steadily. 
She waits.
She waits for the 

As I dance 
across the floor,
I know it is the
dance I love,
to the music I love.
I want this part 
so deeply in my heart,
that I dream of 
practicing it,
of improving upon it,

Isn't it interesting,
how so many things
simply work?
How so many things
seem to fit in place
flawlessly?
We walk through streets,
through halls,
through open doors,
and we don't bump 
into a thing. 

I walk down
the busy streets,
and I spot
many different people,
many different things,
many different lives.
I see sister-in-laws
gossiping,
brothers arguing,
parents holding their 
children close. 

Hundreds of days have passed,
hundreds of seconds,
of words,
whispers,
glances,
since we were faced 
with trouble.
Maybe more than that,
for some.
And,
we have been able to 
continue on through

A moment I have been 
waiting for,
a moment I have 
looked forward to 
for months,
is here,
and now that the day
has come,
I have endless streams
of butterflies swarming 
my stomach.