He sat there
In an exquisite
Still and silent scream
Pretending to be quiet
But he may as well
Have clenched his fists
Arched his back
Mouth as wide
As could be
Pointed at the heavens
In a rage that had been
Held back for so many
Years,
It was disproportionate
To the crime…
Of the ego of another
Doing the dance.
Holding the monster
In check costs
So much
Personally
That I fight every ounce
To keep myself
From walking
Across the circle
To kiss him
And give away
His inner turmoil
Since he fought so hard
To accept
The Ego and the dance,
His own and the other's.
My angel's hand
Lain on my shoulder
And mercifully
The Ego and the Dance
Stopped.
