Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Before All Else

Scrubbing my morning face
Hollow stare
At the party dress
Polished heels
Waiting to dance
A celebration
I would be a hypocrite 
To go ahead
With a fake smile 
Until a prayer was said
Skipped heartbeat
Silent hope
Mourning soul
For those who cannot dance
Across the finish line

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