The dance

there’s this cadence
in my head
that resonates in abandon
free, joyful, without a care

not for wars
nor the lusty screams
of those whose silence was broken
whose chains of the strongest steel
lay shattered, like windows
unable to bear light’s glare

this cadence
this mocking beat that which
makes my feet tap
lulled by its deceptive rhythm
daring to dance anew
in carefree abandon
with hope that’s long faded
and love thought forgotten