"On Freedom" - poem

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My soul wants to dance.
In a dark world,
she dances.

In secret,
in silence,
she longs to follow the rhythm,
the beating in the chest,
the drums, the notes.
I hear them in the distance.
And I ache to dance,
to run,
like the wild horses,
like the howling wind.


But I remain still.


I cry.


I tremble.


They wouldn’t understand
my dancing steps.

I hear the music,
but I stay motionless.
And yet—

isn’t dancing
the whole point?

I dream of a world set free,
Free of judgment,
where I can dance,
a dance tribal and primitive,
a dance deep and ancestral.

A dance that follows the drums
that thrum around the fire,
in the air,
beneath the stars.

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