Part of me just won’t show
what she needs or what she knows
the anger lies beneath the wind
the fury stirs it up again
what did I think would happen
what do I have to lose
turn my mourning into dancing
I put on my high heel shoes
I can’t drown my sorrow
breathe through the smoky haze
I want to play the song tomorrow
but the Fiddler must be paid
Very good poem, Jill!
Thank you so much! I appreciate the encouragement!