Angles

Dance with me,
Though I don’t know how.
My angles are awkward,
My lines break where they shouldn’t,
But see how I move
Through narrowing margins
In black and white.

Let the music find
The places where I bend,
Where straight meets curve
And hesitation becomes grace.
I am all broken rules
And accidental corners,
A sketch of what happens
When fear lets go.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​