I’ve learned to dance, alone.

I’ve learned to dance, alone.

I always wished, there would be two.

You and me, together: free.

Yet, you never came.

I learned to dance, alone.

Just, me.

In learning to dance, alone.

I learned to find, MY stride.

My, groove.

My, song.

My, way.

Your steps, weren’t my steps.

And, my steps, even the mis steps.

Were steps, learned taken, with no fear.

I find myself, grateful.

For, in not being chosen.

To dance, alongside you.

I chose myself, insodoing.

Learned, how to dance, deftly/gracefully.

Gratefully.

Alone.

Yet, not.

As, God.

As, Life.

As, Jesus.

All dance, with me.

Yes, I’ve learned to dance, alone.

And, that’s more than okay, with me.

dancing alone and free,

Jaybird aka Cassandra

#YourLifeMattersToMe

• THE HAND FROM HEAVEN ✋🏾☁️🧻🤣
• COME SIT AT MY TABLE 🪑❤️‍🩹
• BELOVEDS, YOU CAN HAVE MY FLOWERS. I DON’T NEED THEM ANYMORE.
• Forgive them, Cassandra, God said to me
• Still In Love