9.  What It’s Like to Dance Unhinged

I've been lost,

found,

and left out to simmer,

thinking only in terms of winning

the heart you already gave.

I talked to God and realized

my enough was enough,

more like a poor foundation,

overtly cruel in its crumbling

because it always promised

to hold.

Here and there my feet

went flailing and all my heart

knew was the sneer of someone

who doesn't know what it's like

to dance unhinged.

But never ever have you never

given me your hand, reminding

me maybe it's easier to talk

to God when I listen.