She looked at me from her painting
With her candid smile
As she danced half steps in the air
And half foot on the ground
And she begged understanding
For trading her long memories of pain
For fluttering moments of joy.
Yet, as it happened the skilled painter
Was there to capture those moments
To serve as example to those who are
Contemplating half bravely
A similar trade
I looked back at her warmed by her smile
As she stood lonely out from the circle
Of dancers- the one contemplating
the past and still dancing forwards
With grace.
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