the good days

let me tell you about the good days

 

on the good days,

it feels as though my skin were tingling

my feet dance

I catch glimpses of myself in reflections,

and I’m smiling

I’m happy

and love the images reflected back at me.

 

on the good days,

I rejoice in the softness that is me

and it comforts me

I love those days

I live.

 

do you know what magic it is,

seeing all that twinkle from my toes

feeling all that free movement coursing through my body

hearing all that music sing from my soul

 

those are the good days.