above the ground where we're confined
a jump, a hop, and we have a skip
skipping is light and fleeting
the steps are young and freeing
for when the world is heavy and dark
and our eyes see only pain
the memories that hurt us rushing in
resurrected from the grave where we buried them
the burden becomes too much to bear
a small light step
perhaps a twirl, and our movement
becomes like dancing
light like flight and full of happiness
that pushes the dark away
it may be temporary, for only a minute more
long enough to find a place where we can be alone
but that's enough
to be composed another moment
and then they never see
a golden mask we wear
designed for a bird in flight
the mask we wear to hide the dark
to light our path a little more
a skip, a hop, and we can smile again
look for the skip and know
that is the moment when the heaviest weights
are born on weary backs
and they must hold it
just a minute more
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