I am a dancer who has forgotten her steps
And a singer who has lost her voice.
The things which once defined me are lost
And I cannot say who I am.

I am a dancer
But try as I may to move
To the lyrics of my king
Beckoning my body to submission
I cannot move
For my once supple body
Has forgotten to dance and grown stiff.
All I can give are jerky movements
A sign of my disability.

There's a song in my heart
A melody of love dedicated to my betrothed
And a birthing of my heart
To caress my heart's desire
But, I cannot sing.
I open my mouth in submission
Yielding to the urge in my soul
But my voice refuses
To proclaim my love.

I hope my lover understands.

How do I convince my king
That I meant no disrespect
But have only forgotten my moves?
How do I tell him
That my lack of song
Was not a shunning of his love
But a sign of my damage?
Will my king forgive me?
Will he still love me?

© Viktoria

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