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Dressions Dance by Leslé Honoré Poetry  


It doesn’t always look like darkness



Sometimes it looks like dance

Like joy

Like syncopated rhythms

Like grace

Like choreography channelling

Ancestor’s dreams




Sometimes we get so good

At the act

At the entertainment

At wearing the mask

That we can fool ourselves

A little bit

Long enough for the public

To believe

That we

Have it all together

That the airbrush portrait

Is real

The Instagram smile

Is permanent

The the steps aren’t automatic

That happiness 24/7 isn’t toxic

But the truth is

Living is hard

Lonely is real

Grief is too heavy to hold

People don’t check

On the strong friends

The smiling friends

The dancing friends

The friends who look like

They are on top of the world

Looks are often liars

Hopelessness can grow

Like weeds in the most beautiful


It doesn’t always look like


And it’s so hard to say the words

Out loud

“I need help

This is too much

I don’t want to try anymore”

Because we clap for stunning

Clap for the performance

And ignore those in pain

It doesn’t always look like darkness

Sometimes it just looks like

Our reflection

In the Mirror

Sometimes it’s just too hard

To stay in the light

If life feels like it is too much

to take one more step

let someone hold your hand while you walk

You aren’t alone

You aren’t the only one

I’ve had those thoughts too

You are not alone

I promise

National Suicide prevention life line 988

by Leslé Honoré Poetry


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