It’s like losing the words to your favorite song.

We tried so hard to get the music right,

But the rympth of the beat , made us lose sight.

As a dance is more than music, it is part of the soul,

A torch of passion to the heart ,like fire to a coal.

Many different voices sing the very same tune,

Yet few capture it’s meaning under the moon.

Once a masterpiece of magic wrote out into song,

Now lost –for he read his own words wrong.

And yet empty inside.

Wanting to be noticed ,

And yet to hide.

Surrounded by love,

And yet alone.

Having parents ,

And yet no home.

Wanting to reach out,

And yet no words said.

Having to sleep ,

And yet no bed.

Wanting to eat ,

And yet an empty dish.

Seeing a bright star ,

And yet no wish.

Surrounded by crime,

And yet no fear.

Wanting to cry,

And yet no tear.

Losing to rejection ,

And yet to cope.

Having to survive,

And yet no hope.

I now do whatever I can to get some kind of exercising in daily.Hell,even when I dry my hair or take a shower I do some ab work or a couple of squats.I make sure I stretch 3xs daily—which really helps.I know everything takes time , But eating right and passing up that dessert makes me feel good about myself .