I can endue
Any pain thrown at me
But one.

Lonliness?
Ha! I have Psalms 4.
Rejection?
Ha! I have Romans 8:38-39.
No aches,
No groans,
No scars etched on the mind
Hold me down
Strong enough to keep my hands
From the Light.

Only because I still have the power
To forget.
With the Logos,
I remember the Good;
I remember the True.

But with dance
I move towards the Beautiful
For I forget me.
I can let go
Of all the aches and pains
And reach for Beauty.

So to lose dance,
To lose the place where I forget,
And in that forgetting become more
Than human,
To lose dance is the one thing
I could not endure,
The greatest fear
That seeps its way
Into nightmares and daydreams.