What if we embraced the ability to offer grace, To look at our own faces and see the maps that lead to hope Instead of the scars around our throats Closing them off like a void, depriving the world of our voice? What if we could learn to release the glory inside itching to be …
I don’t know where I fell apart Maybe it’s just that my heart has always been in a thousand pieces Fed a thousand lies by its enemy from infancy A battle I was born into and couldn’t escape but for the haven of your grace I think identity has been the great war of the …
My ballet teacher used to tell us that when we landed too hard on the floor after a jump we sounded like elephants. “You’re not an elephant. You’re a ballerina!” In dance we are taught to embrace the floor—to, in a sense, allow the floor to be a part of the dance itself. Don’t resist …
