A tight knot loosens and she can breathe.
Her lungs releasing air in a surge from her lips
– holding breath can end badly.
When the letting go happens and the air finds a way,
in the emptiness between the silent invisible space,
there is possibility.
In the small space where no one waits,
there is potential.
In the sliver of darkness behind the light,
there is hope.
A tight know loosens and her body opens.
The chains are broken and she dances
… lungs fill and sweat breaks.
She shimmers beneath the moon.
There is always the next breath
and the next…
always the choice to hold or release.