19/365 : dance or die

dance or die
over and over again

in the morning
when the hens cry

for the world to remember
that our natural cycles

are dark burst by light
light curtained by dark

sparks of song
that carry us along

through tunnels
of pummeling our way home

no broken ankles here
i will not lose

my moves
even if i'm only breathing

there is no way
to splice my sense

of belonging
of knowing where i am

when i stand
so alive

inside myself