They think she’s the crazy one.
She hears them talking but she does not care.
She is drunk on life itself.
Dancing by herself,
Using the the whole earth as her dance floor.
And they cannot imagine why she smiles and laughs so
As she twirls
And swirls her hips,
Hands overhead as she is reaching for the sky.
Because, she is somewhere else in her soul.
They do not know
The other life she lived.
And she is ever so grateful to be
So beautifully free.
Hold it inside.
That is where she was trapped most of her life.
Do not let fear,
(or the figments of your imagination)
Hold you back from
Whatever that may mean to you.