Time to dance again

juxtaposing... gives an added picture to her alter ego taking over/stepping out giving movement between the two, that are actually one

 

I watch you sleep

I smile...  waiting for you to wake
As breezes sneak and enter In
through a pushed,
open window
the curtains wave to me
get up and come out...

forward, stepping from the
shadows.
                                           Crossing
my legs              
                                                I
admire the silkiness of my own touch      
The early morning sun enhances my golden color.
Shoulders relaxed, I can now lay back 
And feel the firmness, that supports me in your comfortable
blue chair.
I can smile.
I see an echo of peace around your face
                                                                  while you sleep.
If you only knew, now...

    we are not alone.
She has finally been made to come and breathe.
Out of me...

In front of me she stands, guarding me.
She is enjoying her thoughts of you
In your favorite Kingly chair.
She awaits her joy-to bring you pain
                                                            slowly rocking in your blue worn
chair.
With only one cigarette left, she can exhale
Blowing out the smoke that has clouded
her mind. I whisper
to her now, Please! 
while you sleep, with shut eyes
But she insists on you seeing the whites of her eyes through
the blacks and blues
Of my browns. I cry cornered, and crouched down on the
floor
Behind your big chair. That is where you left me 
before your nightly sleep

took you and hid-sending away my
screams.
She seems less afraid, and much stronger than I am.
The thought of your eyes opening and seeing me there
                      Proudly
In your blue seat

I start to feel warmth in my panties with a stream that
becomes a puddle 
beneath my feet. 
She won't leave the space that she'll soon conquer with her peace

           With one single pull from the coldness that you hold

right between the eyes just once, and then
twice, 
shattering evil thoughts in his mind
And the third pull in the place you called 
me
Your heart. She says,

      then I will be free
to laugh, live,
And dance Again.

                     In a place where there once was
An ugly blue chair.

Author's Note

Sometimes our courage to begin (again) comes from another person that lives in us...

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Oh my... I have waited for something new from you and it was well worth the wait... this piece kept me riveted and on the edge of my seat with such mixed emotions, going from happy to sad to sensual then the ending... WOW... I finally see it as a person getting over the death of a loved and finding the courage to move forward... no matter the case very superb writing.

[J.Black]

Simply, wow.
Great so see something new from you lyrical, it has been quite awhile. A million emotions this portrayed, which was quite interesting to read, kept me appealed. Start of happy then flashing back to sad, and then finally well-being. I can relate, I mean, it's hard when someone dies, and there is a million things that remind you of them. It's hard not to know what you feel, even at the end when you think all is done and hopeless, you pull through. Such a touching write. Thanks for sharing.

"Your heart. She says,
then I will be free
to laugh, live,
And dance Again.
In a place where there once was
An ugly blue chair."

[just is]

Wow! This is amazing!
I liked this, I am finally glad to see something new from you.
I found this piece moving and touching as well as sensual.
I also found emotions in this.
This is a most amazing write I really like this.

Yes I could tell that there was abuse here but was
able to see herself through the hurt and pain.
This is a horrible situation to go through.

Wonderful write

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there were a lot of movements in it and i got carried away by this fabulous piece
that was a great write!! i enjoyed it