Dance with Him
Here I am, sitting alone, most of my friends are on the dance floor, laughing and having fun. There are only a few of us, insecure ones really, who are watching from the side lines. Wanting to jump up and have fun too but we don't know the dance, we haven't practiced the dance and we don't want to look like fools. So we sit, pretending like it doesn't bother us. When asked why we didn't get up and dance we say, "I don't dance." That answer is enough to suffice our friends from pushing and prodding us further to dance. After a while I become jealous and envious of those who are not afraid to dance. Sometimes the desire to dance is so strong that I decide I am going to do what it takes to learn how. So the next time that song plays I will know what to do. I won't feel insecure anymore. So I take the time to learn the dance. Here I am, sitting with my friends, talking and laughing. The song begins to play, my fr...