Dancing to life

She was born to dance.... to herself
It made her happy, Made her sad,
It made her a sinner and a saint
She would be the queen
she would be the slave;
she was everything in the world
and its emptiness too,
It made her reach high and low both in one go;
she performed for others , but danced for herself more
she ruled the world with no control;
she inspired madness which made sense to her;
she chose to be still in the rhythm and move without music around;
Everyone could see but it was still unseen
Someone could guess that she made a mess, but the glow on her face made it worth it
when there was no one around and she become a seductress,
When crowds were looking she became an actress
The 'know- it- all' who knows that she knows not. She moves with confidence into the unknown;
Sure that she’ll get up even if she falls. That at the end of the day,
it is what who she is that counts and not what people think she is.