the leader.

beyond exhaustion
knees stiff from spinning
heels sore from the pace
lips tired of saying my lines
i found another breath in you
before flatlining into fear, a fate that could permanently end curiosity,
you pressed into my chest and gave me life again
revival.
hold my hand
pull me safely to the wings
away from the trip wire of resentment that runs
the world’s stage
i will let you
position me
set my wrist
turn my chin
place my feet
even though i prefer to lead when i dance
sometimes you have to follow.
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