Gesticulate

I just want to dance,

And to sing,

to follow no classical theme,

and move in weird gestures,

escalating my chords in off-key tunes

moving my limbs with unsightly gesticulations

I want to take part in this

this excruciatingly exhilarating fad

To express my sanity

 out of this world

So that people, when they see me, say

How peculiar

Is that girl who screams in sorrow

But they know not

That I am shrouded in pure intensity,

Not happiness not sorrow

an emotion whose depths I am finally able to define

As the depths of depths

Because the wind it

Finally matched my chest,

My chest it

Held on tight

And now it won't let go.

I am so glad.

I'm screaming

I'm dancing singing dying

Falling

Flying to the depths of my blinding chest

And it's beauty

It's unsightly

I am blind

I am so glad.

I can finally see