5 more.
I was taught not to be scared of a lot of things and eyes was one of them. Standing on a plank of hardwood looking into the distance I was taught not to be scared of eyes. Standing there smile on my face; mind on the grace, the passion, the power, the rhythm; I was taught not to be scared of the eyes. I remember the pride and the joy I saw in the dearest of eyes, the proud parents type of eyes and I would dance away to make them smile in the vicinity of our home, a place where laughter and smiles were real because that was the only way I could see their pride. I would dance and spin, better and better each time and they would watch and watch happier and happier each time. Eyes always on me and for 5 minutes out of their busy day, those 5 minutes that was my time. No tv show, no ring of the phone, no pain could take that away from me. Those 5 minutes were my time, and I learned to use it wisely. As we got older a lot changed. And I danced, but I danced to mask the pain to shut out the world. Those 5 minutes were my time, but it became my time to smile, by time to be happy, my time to prove that I am worth it, my time to prove that I am not a prisoner to pain, my time to make me proud. But I will not let that erase the memories, I am making more, my own. When i’m strong and healthy, you will see it, the pride and joy in my eyes; and I hope that’s enough for you to be proud of me once again. I want 5 more minutes, just 5 more to see the joy once again as I stand there with a smile on my face, mind of the grace, the passion, the power, and the rhythm. Watch me once more, and when the 5 minutes are over I will smile at you, I just hope your pride will smile back.