the dance is over

art by caitlin connolly

 

 

deflated,

from the struggle that had bloated you with power.

you hang from my hands

limp, and dark.

wrung out.

i drop you down

there

amidst the footprints

of our battle dance.

 

you've been my companion for so long

too long.

 

i kneel and rearrange the steps of our past

and move my own footprints 

f

o

r

w

a

r

d

 

fierce

battle-scarred

but no longer scared.