craft it was forgotten- Poem

[ChancelorPuddinghead 47]

Dancing, Smiling, Laughing, Moving

My feet to the beat of my heart.

Unaware of the pain in my chest

Called Reality

Was hitting me hard

until

I

was

 

Turning, Spinning, Flipping, Circling

As the outdoors I was in

Became smaller and smaller

My beautiful dress turned to ash

And they'd store it away in a dusty old closet

Heaven knows what I'd just lost

I was a stranger to myself

my life, It was forgotten

 

and all my thoughts were contaminated

by the cruel world that is to exist

i kept holding my breath

to keep the toxins from coming in

i was a stranger to myself

my rhythm, it was forgotten

 

i wanted to go back

back to my naive self

but it's better to leap forward

than to tumble back and fall

 

after all, it was when I learned to breathe again

That the key to my life was uncovered

I liked it better when I was dancing

Until I learned to sing

[Divine plywood 1,232]

Huh, how come I just now find these recent poems of yours?  I really liked this one and how it's constructed, how it works both as a one single story and also as four separate ones.