Teaching my Daughter to Dance
Hold my hand. Look into my eyes.
Is that a smile I see, lurking
in the shadows of your tears?
Smile if you must. Laugh even.
Just put
your feet on mine. Let my hollows engulf
your doubting selves, the many of you
that is not yet one.
Lean back. Close your eyes.
You can open them again. Look,
did I not tell you our feet are free,
as are the disorders that are our minds?
We're flying. We soar
far above our fears.
Your fears were smaller than mine.
I shall kiss you now.
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