My heart is a dancer.
The harder I try
Its dancing is faster,
Its rhythm gets high.
Its steps are quite simple,
Its music is fancy.
The calmer I feel
The slower it’s prancing.
The deeper I hurt,
The louder it’s beating.
Who’s going to find
The remedy to heal it?
My heart is a dancer.
It’s drumming forever
And jumping in terror,
And soothing in prayer,
And knocking, and ticking,
And stumping, and daring,
And loving, and weeping
While, thankfully, dancing.