Silent Dance

When words sits on silent lips
Thoughts on one's mind hold
Refusing to be made mention of


I remember some childhood dreams
Where I felt the need to yell
But lost my voice on religion

Stolen by the  hands that crawl
Under my bed, the faceless shadow
The fright of fall, drawn and buried


When webs tie down weakened ankle 
And ballerina dance halls lay silent empty
Faint claps from audience past echo, follow, hollow


The fear of failure, justification of stand still
The weakness of drive, strive and shiver
The strangling of dreams by doubting hands

Unchain the meandering grip 
To find directions with vigour 
And find road's arrows of calling 


I found my passage path
On route plans, my feet flair on dance floors
To have found my voice on words again 


And see Mona lisa smile again 
With admiration 
And grace is adored