work it out

The lift and twist and trickle of sweat. The dance of endorphins caressing and teasing, cause a flush of sparkle. I await in anticipation the surge of energy and the brightening of minds melded yet focused inwardly. Struggling in creases of leftover loss, we dangle ourselves anew upon the precipice of life. Holding ourselves up to the criticism of others, the disappointment of loss, the celebration of the new, the melancholy of old. Tripping over thoughts of discouraged and forsaken plans to stride forward clothed in new skin and ideas. Fraught with different obstacles and I can go only forward.