Dancefloor poem
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Movement equal to living
My life is like a dancefloor
I hoof with the unknown
Moving with courage
I have everything on my own
I will never stop
Even the steps are like clay
I am no one’s prey
I have my daughter
She lights up my way
I enjoy every laughter
And do not walk away
I have a great lover
Even only in my head
I look for new things over
I experience my life
When no good it is better
With the spice of challenge
I turn my pain over
In pearls of wisdom
I continuously keep going
To turn me on
I believe in the miracles
I see them in my daily life
Loving the feeling
Of sun touching my skin
Enjoying the moonlight
That breeze me with a gentle wind
Expecting nothing
Only eternal spree
I choose to look at it
It will not makes me flee
I live in happiness
Between my mind’s wall
And heart’s apartment
Looking at the light
That always is blazing
No matter the dark
Moments of loneliness
Transforming in little sparks
I love my dancefloor
I learned Zumba dance
That keeps me writing
When hard times arise
I know for surely
Tango takes two
It seems I am too early
Fantasy for love
I hope I can be a birdy
Someday I will have a nest.
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I love dancing but I can’t do it often because I do not have free time to go partying. That is the reason I choose to do Zumba dance at home online. I did my first choreography, and my second is in process of improving. I know my moves need a lot to become perfect, but I feel proud of them.
The hardest step is always the first one.
I started with Zumba two years ago. I went on live classes, but the instructor’s schedule didn’t work well for me. Then I found out about online instructors until I had the idea to become one.
Before my separation back in 2021, the Zumba instructor goal seemed like a mirage to me. When I started to live with my daughter, my wings toward that goal of achievement started to grow.