Mended Body Moves

So many eyes. The music lifts all of us but right now I am the only one dancing. So many eyes, my own, dismissive of my body, cruelly I say it shouldn’t be reflected. Yet, in that expanse of mirror I see an unfolding. The music eases my mind back to my spirit, to the part of me that says heal, love. Every muscle of yours can be reflected. Their eyes could say anything, and I have come to trust that the deep fault line in me that splits wider when I fear to break from the wall, will always mend to solid ground when I say yes to dancing. For a full room. For just me.