Last DanceA Poem by justjenn_2uWhen
my sins are forsaken a sinner’s healed bruise recovers
from the brightness inspired
by God’s tune
Like
releasing burdens crutch I’m
freed from the cage pulling
up the anchor the
dance stops on stage
Beautiful
memories in motion my own
lullaby a life
filled with curses has made
this woman cry
Memories
of detachment with
stage fright ending show facing
her tomorrow her
hands release the pole
A
serenade, a second chance between
the lows and highs life
and sin embroil her
old dance has now died
Moods
of many lovers from
her soul she now writes on her
empty pages to get
her through the night © 2014 justjenn_2uFeatured Review
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Added on February 12, 2014Last Updated on February 12, 2014 Authorjustjenn_2uVAAboutI write from my heart. I follow my instinct. I live impulsively. I never feel like my feet are firmly grounded as I am a free spirit. I am a very intuitive person, sometimes to the point it hurts .. more..Writing
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