The Unashamed Waltz

The wind pulled them

Blushing

Into a Waltz

Like an evening fire

The sun winked warmly

A bittersweet embrace

Setting blossoms ablaze

Under a silvery canopy

Flaming rose and apricot

Veiled in grey

Intoxicated

In the candled reflections

They exhaled the burning fragrance

Of

Hope

And

Danced

In

Desire

Unashamed . .

This poem is about celebrating the intimacy experienced upon being set free by the lifting of misplaced blame and shame of sexual abuse.

Written in March of 2020, the following words seem to be reaching forward to encourage me now.

We have no control over the wind, nor the sun, nor the seasons.

The grey storms can surround and cover our thoughts, and rays of light can seem fleeting, like the sunset.

But when our souls grasp hope, when we can mirror goodness, despite disaster, and dare to hope, our hearts can dance.