Innate dancer

You were destined to be an innate dancer, from the moment you were born.
No time to hesitate, no right to choose.
In that awkward dance,
You live your awkward life.

You envy others who move as lightly as feathers,
Swaying in the interlaced glow of shadow.
But you—
You can only sway through time with your dance.

But you,
Are also the white lotus resting in their palms,
The spoonful of spring water in the wild that soothes the heart,
The candlewick melting slowly in its own warm flame.

You dance with your life,
Struggling to hold balance and direction.
Your consciousness, slowly, is blown apart by the wind,
Until you forget who you are,
And no longer have the strength to respond to life.

You, a Huntington’s dancer—
An innate, beautiful dancer.