Kaj in motion

She doesn’t miss the claps
or the stage lights.

She misses putting her headphones in,
blasting her favourite tunes,
and dancing like no one’s watching.

No pressure.
No performance.
No fucks given
what it looks like.

My niece & I watched Pocahontas
and it sang a truth to us:

Listen with your heart
you will understand.

And something clicked.

I’m not Kaj
only when I dance.

I dance
because I am Kaj.

I don’t know why
I resisted myself so hard…

just because this version of me
didn’t follow the path
my ego spent years trying to guard.

Before, my heart said:
“Look what I can do.”

Now it’s saying:

Look who you are.
Look at your own view.

So I figured for now,
I’ll dance with my pen.

Nothing new needs to be done.

I only need to realise
I’ve already become
everything
I was meant to be.

With the rawest ink
my life has ever bled,
this tragedy is finally ready
to become my goddamn poetry.

Fragile little frame.
Unbreakable spirit.

Temporarily broken—
unstoppable all the same.