I dance to music
My life it's making
Swirling onto scenes —
whirling dervish
I beg for humility
I wear masques
of many colors
costumes to cover
the expression on my face
that is for me to know
Rarely do I let others see
what is beneath the veil
years of practice
I wear it well, like a
permanent expression
Lines in my face
Begin to map
the paths I've taken
Leading me here
They are both high and low
A collection
of divergent choices,
mark the rows
of celebration and sorrow
Oh to be wiser now
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