A feeling

She was soaring.
Every movement looked like a dance,
But a dance controlled, held down.
If it hadn't been held down,
It would have flown away.
And she with it.
Everything was fast, precise.

The power that flowed through her hands as she worked was
A smooth energy with no source
Coming from nowhere
Ending in her,
Collecting in her body
As a wellspring of light.
She could have believed that she was glowing with it.
It couldn't be hidden.

She flew.
Across rooms,
And the people who saw her walk
Thought there was some unreality about it.
It wasn't walking.
Her feet were pressed to the ground,
They moved through space, as everyone's did,
But this could not be walking.
It meant too much.

The pain in her body was real.
But it failed to touch her-
She was gone, and it fell behind.
It didn't matter.

She couldn't understand it,
But she felt it all through her.
She didn't try to explain it.
But, for that day,
She had courage, strength, and a chance.
And joy that gave her hope.