Move

Move

Speaks the drumroll to your heart

Beat rhythmic buddump buddump, movements fluid like the synthetics of the blood coursing through you

Move

It says,

left foot, right foot, sweep,

Outstretched arm, hands reaching further and further till the heavens are tangible

... Not quite

Move

Says the longing of your soul, like the promise of a tomorrow made to a mere mortal, ever-fickle, ever-fragile, never certain, not the first to be broken

Move

For who are you?

Who are you to say what will be, who are you to hope, to imagine?

Yet you can and you do nothing but

Move

To the tempo of your dreams, with passion, with grace, against all obstacles

Move

Against the grimace of man-kinds ugly nature,

Pre-adolescent aimless and erratic rage fueled by insecurity and ignorance, lashing out and lashing in, at everything that it is and everything that it is not

Move

Move from the playground

Move

Move from my locker

Move

Move from a friendship, a conversation, a love unrequited, a treaty unbalanced, a compromise of your soul, never.

Move, move, move

Move

To the podium, stumbling over your own feet, tired, exhausted, done

Move

Pick yourself up with weary arms, your dreams reflected in beads of sweat, the cracked leather of the plimsoll molded to your heel,

How much more?

Move

To your next audition,

Move

Nervous steps through fates faithful door

Move

tap-tap tap-tap tap-tap

Move

Threading precariously over their prejudices and opinions

Move

In the door, out the door, in the door, out the door, in the door, out,

Out, out, out!

Move

In breath taking circles, spinning faster and faster, worn flesh of aspirations bleeding red on the balls of your feet

Move

Rejection,

Taunts from a childhood relived, the bullies dawning on their new silk suits,

life’s all too familiar grimace, old and unflinching

Move

Because you don’t flinch anymore either

Move

Out of my way you say

Move

Both hands clammy pushing against the heavy door that won’t budge

Move

One inch at a time, two inches, three

Move

Toes contorted, depleted muscles, beauty in the effort, strength in your pain, arc at your hips, sink into your knees

Move

Faster and faster, the whirlwind of life, the breaking point

Move

But I can’t

Move

But I am tired

Move

But I...

Move

Hmm-hahh

Deep breath

Move

That extra step

Move

Past the lingering of your self-doubt

Move

The nay-sayers

Move

The unbelief

Move

Hearts

Move

For Chris’sake

Move!

Move

The fatigued sinews in your limbs trying to remind you that you are but human

Move

The Gods that frown down upon you

Move

A soul set on fire, ablaze with scarlet ribbons of desire tied tightly around a sole ambition,

Move

Speaks the drum roll to your heart

Beat rhythmic buddump buddump, movements fluid like the synthetics of the blood coursing through you

Move

It says, left foot, right foot, sweep,

Outstretched arm, hands reaching further and further till the heavens are tangible

... Not quite

Move

But just a little further

Move

And you are alive.

Move