Dance, when you're broken open,
Like the first light of dawn upon flames.
Dance, if you've torn the bandage off,
Revealing wounds that need the air to mend.
Dance in the middle of the fighting,
As leaves swirl round and round.
Dance in your blood, in your essence,
Where in true courage a honest laugh is found.
Dance when you're perfectly free,
Like mist rising from Scottish highlands.
For in movement, we discover healing
In surrender, strength to understand.
The broken vessel catches more light
Through its cracks than perfect porcelain ever shall.
So dance, dear heart, through pain and joy alike...
For it's in your dancing, you become whole.
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