The Lack of Dance

I wish that I could dance,
To help me with my feelings.
Set me free from my prison,
Help me express myself.

Pent up anger would get out,
In a much more constructive way.
Consuming despair would alter,
Be freeing instead of destructive.

Letting go and dancing in the rain,
Would hide all the tears of pain.
Dancing in the sun filled fields,
Would allow me to feel refreshed.

Sadly though, I'm not a dancer,
I only wish I could be one.
Sadly, I take out my feelings,
In less constructive ways.

(written May 9th, 2009)