Travel Through Time

All the pain.
All the misery.
Going to classes even when I didn’t like
Dancing
My feet scream in pain,
And my arms moan.
A yelling teacher,
Frustrated parents
I regret my decision.
But slowly
S l o w l y
                   S
                       L
                          O
                             W
                                  L
                                     Y
Something starts to change.
The dedication I put
Less yelling,
Less frustration,
No regrets.
Dancing feels like sunshine on a rainy day
Now
It helps my mood
It helps my stress
A hobby that I can call mine.
Possessive about the art form
An ode to dance,
A cool drink on a dry desert
I get lost in the moves,
Of flowy arms and strong legs.
The way I move,
Oh it’s something else…