The Dancer

This is dedicated to my brave friends who are currently doing the "cancer dance." You are my inspiration!


The dancer extends his long willowy hand, his fingers extended, he has made his choice. His new partner places her frail and pale hand in his.

I see her stand undecidedly.

And the dance begins, she appears frightened, he arrogantly sure of himself.

Dipping
Spinning
Swirling

He sends her back to her seat. She sits looking disoriented and confused.

He picks his next partner; she gets up willingly, dances gracefully and even looks in his dark eyes….she is so brave.

She backs away ever so slowly, head held high and takes her seat again.

This dancer has indiscriminate tastes. And I must admit he plays no favorites, as he drags his next victim out.

She tries to plead with him, not yet she yells, please not me, he laughs and she cries.

The entire time she dances with him, she cries.

And I watch. Wondering when will he extend his hand before me. And will I be one to fight and plead and beg, or will I dance gracefully and then pretend the music never stopped?