Dancing.

Everytime I try to start a poem,
the first word that comes to me is-
Dancing.
Maybe there's something hiding,
deep inside my subconscious,
telling me that I want to dance.
What is it about dancing that strikes me?

The freedom-
The motion.
The art.
Expression, shape, form.
The love.

It's the first action I can think of to describe
everything I want to describe.
I spent my younger years in the studio,
ballet shoes and gym mats.
The agonizing pain.
The great success.
The final product of happiness.