The Dancing Pen



I used to be the Dancer
And never was I still 
This Fibro took me by surprise 
And left me rather ill 
No longer the Dancer
I have no choice
But, to be still 

I no longer watch shows like Strictly Dancing 
Because it makes my face wear a frown 
When I was the Dancer 
My pen was always laying down
Now, my pen dances
Thoughts dance around my brain
Even though my body is always racked with pain

In a sense, I'm still a Dancer
No more now than then
I'm the Poem Enhancer
It's just that now, I dance with my Pen ! 

Copyright Kizzy York aka K.J.Oakes- March 2022

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