The Healing Dance

Soft feet on the soft ground,
Stamping down with a steady
Boom, boom, boom,
Drums beating-hearts pumping-colours flashing- feathers flying,
I'm free
I'm home
I'm alive.
My worries have left me and my ancestors have taken their place.
Dancing with me
With me
My fear of dark racism forgotten
With love, with hope, with joy
I spin around-faster-faster, as the drum moves me
Moves within me,
Takes hold of my heart and caresses my soul
Our soft feet on the hard ground
Our souls, the souls of our family and friends,
With every step,
Every breath, every song
Will be my drug,
My addiction, and I will
Carry on dancing

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