Poem – Dancing … Not Drowning

My hands dance to the music of life.
They twirl in the sunlight seeking hope.
Hope gives despair something to hold
onto so the soul does not sink.
My hands cannot bear to watch
a soul be in such pain that they fall
into the mire of oblivion,
heavy with the emptiness of despair.
So, they dance in the light or the dark.
Hoping to find others that are trying
not to drown in the abyss of hate.
~Suzanne Wagner~