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A Dancer in Her Room

June 14, 2014
By Sierra_Reigns SILVER, Burnham, Illinois
Sierra_Reigns SILVER, Burnham, Illinois
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Favorite Quote:
Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.
-Henry David Thoreau


Locked in this room, but I am free here
Nobody knows what this is worth
No judging eyes, no hopeless expectations
Just empty time to fill with my heart’s desires

Color this silence with a beautiful melody
A musical rainbow that wraps me up
Speak so loud that the outside world can hear it
But I only know what it’s truly worth

No, no, no, I can’t hear my troubles
Drowned them all in my ocean of musical reverie
Waves crashing are just beating drums
And the sirens got me caught up in their song

Four walls, will you keep my secret?
It’s obvious that I’ve had no training
But this music is throbbing in my veins
And my soul is begging for some freedom

Barren floor, you will know my rhythm
Feel my feet tap, kick, and spin
I may slip, miss a beat, but I’ll be smiling
Nobody really knows what this is worth


The author's comments:
I hope that this describes the feeling that overcomes everyone, dancer or non-dancer, when they are alone in a room, blasting music. It is the greatest freedom I know.

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on Jul. 1 2014 at 10:24 pm
Sierra_Reigns SILVER, Burnham, Illinois
5 articles 0 photos 21 comments

Favorite Quote:
Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves.
-Henry David Thoreau

Thank you!

on Jul. 1 2014 at 10:10 pm
booklover303 SILVER, Morgan Hill,
8 articles 5 photos 39 comments

Favorite Quote:
"School days are the unhappiest in the whole span of human existence. They are full of dull, unintelligible tasks, new and unpleasant ordinances, with brutal violations of common sense and common decency." -Henry Louis Mencken

Wow this is really good! The descriptions are beautiful!