STUDIO MICHELLE BERNARD

beyond exhaustion

knees stiff from spinning

heels sore from the pace

lips tired of saying my lines

i found another breath in you

before flatlining into fear, a fate that could permanently end curiosity,

you pressed into my chest and gave me life again

revival.

hold my hand

pull me safely to the wings

away from the trip wire of resentment that runs

the world’s stage

i will let you

position me

set my wrist

turn my chin

place my feet

even though i prefer to lead when i dance

sometimes you have to follow.