The Dance of Creation

I feel the energy start to brew

Clouding up ⋆｡°·⛆⋆ ﾟ

Crowding me

Billowing inside my soul

─── ⋆⋅☁️⋅⋆ ───

Instead of fretting unconsciously

I open up

Stretching myself physically

Let the tension flow out

Contractions, extract the negative

Expansions capture new breaths

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Harnessing my energy

Keeping it warm

Orbiting my outer space

Channeling around about me

Once I feel

Enough has been released

A sufficient amount

To create the image

Forming inside

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I quickly build up a beat

Feet moving in time

Blindly sculpting shape and heat

With no mirror in my eye-line

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I start madly whacking my arms

Nothing eliminated

Only reforming and texturizing the air

Wisps and elements 🌫

Emerging in the atmosphere

Raw energy courses through the

Very air I hungrily pant

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Chest pumping against knees

A whipping vortex in the mist

The faster I kick

The more defined

A shape I stand opposite

Huffing and puffing

Infusing my own breath

Utilizing my growing strength

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Unable to contain or restrain it

I focus on counterbalancing every step

Throwing my head and left arm back

Simultaneously

I hinge my right leg

Swinging the kicker

Leverage and momentum

Carry me full circle⃝␥⋆

Spinning on an axis

Of heels stacked I swivel

Settling into a rhythm

Finally, the mist scatters

Revealing the object

Forming within

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A disembodied mouth

As I continue my dance

On no set path

Lips open wide

Motion matches sound

Echoing from it perfectly

As if melody

Had always grown from

Coordinated gesticulation

Letting everything I’ve ever felt

Surge from muscles like heat and acid

Not stopping to rest

Accepting this new challenge

Pulling tight and digging deep

─── 💋𝄞 ⋆ˎˊ- ───

The reworked cloud of energy

Starts to sink࿓

My strength is fragile

Wearing thin

Now is when

The true creative work sets in

K.B. Silver

♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙‎♡♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙‎♡♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙‎♡♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙‎♡♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙‎♡

I danced Ballet for thirteen years, until I was disabled by physical illness and abuse. I spent years off and on being nearly bedridden. I only got out of bed to attend to personal needs, visit the doctor, and occasionally attend church. Though I mostly attended over the phone, like we all had to do during the pandemic. There were good years, and when there were, I got out more, tried to work, but couldn't keep it up. Really, I couldn't do any of the things I did before.

After I met my husband while I was still kicked out of my parents' house and on the streets for being in the midst of a mental health crisis they didn't like the results of (age 22), I only got so much better. Changing my healthcare routine allowed me to get off of ten (unnecessary) medications my mother had convinced doctors to give me over the years. I managed to do the most work during that time, but there was still no dancing.

Only after my memories started coming back in earnest around age 32, and I had to deal with the truth, did things start getting better for me. I won't lie, it is hard and painful work, and things seemed worse at the beginning. After I started permanently removing all of the abusers from my life, and I dedicated myself to writing therapy, I really started gaining my physical health back, and only then did I start to dance again.

Am I cured? No, absolutely not. I have a number of physical health problems that are unrelated to trauma, and some that are, which will never go away. My body is forever affected. Every time I come down with even the slightest ache or sniffle, I am taken out for weeks, and I suffer severe setbacks with my physical strength. This can be frustrating, but at least I know I can alleviate some of the stress and take control of my life.