Dancing in silence

Under a woolen blanket I watch

snow fall, yet my feet are making

lines on a dancefloor. Am I dancing?

Mama says: 

There is no way to describe

the pain of a shattered heart

lying on the snowy pavement of life

being trampled on by thousand

footsteps of ego's passing by.

Papa says: 

There is no way to get close enough

to secure its safety while balancing

on waves of emotions, back and forth

moving from bliss to dispair by

decisions made by others.

I say:

There is no way to know how long the

process takes of discovering true feelings

of love and devotion, distinguishing truth

from lie, knowing when to open up

or close the door to my heart.

A bird whispers:

There will come a time in the

process of knowing yourself, that you'll

discover that your heart is your own.

You'll cherish, safeguard and keep it

from drowning in a sea of deception.

I'll hold on to it, not give it away

just sharing it with the ones that are

willing to share their hearts with me.

Yes. I'm dancing. In the snow.