Mindstate74

The days are heavy on my shoulders.
Too much noise, too many shadows,
too much that stays
even though I wanted it gone long ago.
The streets are full of stories
I never asked to hear.
And sometimes I wonder
if any of this will ever get easier.
Spoiler:
It won’t.
Not on its own.

And while the world keeps pushing,
keeps breathing,
keeps demanding,
I stand still.
Briefly.
Just briefly.

Then it happens.
The beat.
The crack in the dark.
And I know:
I need to dance.
Not because everything is fine.
But because there’s nothing else that works.
Because every movement is a refusal,
a pushback against what drags me down.
Because my feet remember
that the sun doesn’t rise on its own –
I switch it on myself.

I’ve learned
that some nights have no exit.
That people disappear,
thoughts remain,
and silence can be louder
than any scream.
I’ve seen
days fall apart
and hopes dissolve into dust.
And still, here I stand.
Carrying the weight
no one else can see.

One breath.
One beat.
A sliver of hope.
That’s enough.

And again it comes.
The beat.
The crack in the dark.
And I know:
I need to dance.
Because dancing means: I’m alive.
Because every step says:
I’m still here.
Because I move
even when the world doesn’t.
I make my own light.
Step by step.
Breath by breath.

I don’t dance
to forget.
I dance
to not break.

So I dance.
Against the noise.
Against the shadows.
Against everything that was.
I dance
until my thoughts quiet down
and my heart grows louder.
I dance
because life hits hard
and I hit back –
in rhythm.

The light doesn’t rise.
I move into it.