There are days
Like today
That she feels slightly out of place
In her own skin

And she finds herself
Holding on
And holding back
Saying as little
As possible
So she won’t
Ruffle any feathers
Hurt any feelings
Cause any troubles

She’s trying so hard
Not to feel as if
She’s just in the way
Letting others down
Holding them back

She’s got to breathe deep
Turn on the music
Let herself free
To just dance
Imperfectly
But good enough
For now

Jeanna’ Mead
9.25.23
226 p.m