Kitchen Ballet

she spun around in her gown that night, 
barefoot on the tile 
dancing and kicking with her shadow, that night 
that’s when she finally let go for awhile 
her hair - it flowed 
like the rivers - she cried 
no need in saying it, her heart already knows 
holding herself she gathered her thoughts and realized… 
that she herself is the love of her life.

--Elena S., Adult