When I tremble in the night,

It is not from fear or cold,

But from power trapped inside my skin.

And sometimes I dance

To release it,

Beating my drum and stomping 

To rattle the jangles on my feet,

To create a rhythm that teaches me my way.

And sometimes, naked

And alone in the darkness,

I just stand and shake,

And let the power rattle me.

-jenn