Dancing in the rain release comes to me,
My friends worry and anxiety step aside, even if only for a while,
I do not struggle to breathe or fight the thieves of the air around me.
I walk among thorn bushes every day,
With demons that deny me the break I so desire and deserve,
And constant reminders that neither prince nor frog will hold me.
I constantly slip and slide and fall,
But in the rain, I dance, rise, and whisper;
“Breathe, my darling. It will get better in time.”