capoeira, my second try

i am hungry for more of this dance. it rushes into my thoughts when I'm doing careless things. i want to guard my heart the way the dancers do. i want to spin in balance and cause another to spar. in class i fight myself, my confidence is a flat line and several times it dies as i blush into a child. feeling intimidated, i ginga with awkward arms that flail. my steps quicken as i breath into something new, pure and complex. it fatigues my muscles, and they tremble with a vengeance. awakened, i crumble and i rise at once, each step a challenge for me to learn, to grow. but i fight despairingly the part of me that knows confidence and strength await beyond the ginga.