Puddles


You mistake my hard won joy for childishness,

Turning your face away,

Mocking the puddles my feet make mischief in.

 

Aww, but if you had weathered these storms,

If you knew such pain,

You would know….

Dancing is what keeps the mad dark at bay.

 

Chelsey Whitlow

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