I Dance

Do not be fooled when

I dance

Born  to survive

I dance

Born to resist

I dance

To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined with stars..

When emptiness invades my heart sinking with heavy dullness,

I dance

When keeping my head above the waters of despair,

searching for a breath

I dance

When longing for the gone

I dance

With a furry of the injured and a loud cry NO!

I dance

By the river dreaming

dreams of love, ephemeral among clouds

I dance

When the sweet sage wraps me in her arms and

the unreachable turns to promise “It will happen”

I dance…

Yolanda Rommel

I am 84 years old woman, born and raised in Poland, Europe, under German occupation. Came to U.S. in 1960. Formerly licensed mental health counselor, specializing in trauma treatment, in private practice. Thirty five years of experience as a Hospice worker (volunteer, social worker, Buddhist and Christian chaplain). Hobbies include fiber arts (weaving), reading (non-fiction). Live in Taos, New Mexico.

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