Hurts to take the first few steps……shuffling cinder blocks ….but the spirit inside refuses to hide and one goes on…….the arms start to raise and something like a daze engulfs your distorted, confused mind…… but you refuse to give in and sway and spin…..tears cascading and snot dripping from your nose

you tidy things up with your sleeve and laugh and deep breathe……breaths that remind you that you’re alive and whatever life brings you will embrace and sing and wrestle until it goes….

because quitting for you isn’t an option……dance on dancer

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