Dance with the broken- 2005

I reach my hand out
ready to dance
but there is no one there to grab it--
I feel ugly, I feel used, I feel weak.

Soon, I begin to tap my toe...
and somehow my body begins it's own dance.
colorful, elaborate, I glide across the floor,
and I am not alone.

I dance with the broken,
who lost hope long ago.
I dance with the ugly, teaching them the beautiful parts.
I dance with the used, that they may feel worthy.
I dance with the weak, for in their joy, they will be made strong.

Our feet are one.
guided by the rhythm of our fears
we are lead into the brilliant dance of love,
unbridled in our true forms. 
beautiful, free, wonderful.
Dont be afraid to dance with me!!