In any case, you

you see even with
a heavy heart
I dance
I twirl past my worry in my polka dot
socks on the kitchen floor
I stand up on my bed
I walk on my toes
even when my tears sit
thick in my throat
even with a frightened
even with a grieving
even with an aching
heart
in my dense chest
I dance
that’s because
I like to hear the clattering
the chiming
rhythm
deep in me
all my transitory hurt and my temporary discomfort
clashing, clanging, clattering about with purpose
on the inside of my insides
while I dance on
even when I sigh within
my feet move to the happy music
my real heart means to make

Krista Goebel