The Empty Dance

The heart wrenching lonely pain

Of reaching out to nothing

Neither heard, nor felt, nor seen

As if not even being

Caught up in a dynamic

You play out anxious frantics

That are drawn to and repel

Their old avoidance tactics

Each brazenly brandishes

Their weapons of rejection

From behind their tattooed shields

Of fragile self protection

Tormented by spinning thoughts

Of worthlessness and of doubt

Insecurities within

Now visibly seeping out

And then with a sacred pause

You come out of this deep trance

You centre yourself again

Detached from this empty dance

Poem: © Penelope Mavor 2014

Image: via google images