The Dance

  I wrote this in college for a poetry class.  It was funny because I read it out loud to the class, and you could see one by one as my classmates understood the true meaning of the poem.  One girl had to excuse herself to the restroom because she almost threw up.  She smacked me on the back of the head when she came back.

The Dance

Nervous was I
until I gathered the nerve
to stand up
and leave my chair behind
Now I'm dancing
there I go
My arms this way and that
My legs go down and up
with this new freedom that I have
Out of breath I settle down
at the end of my rope
until I'm found