Can someone please write me a poem about something you love or celebration of an object you love and must have (smile, metaphor) please it would really mean a lot to me and I’ll give you a star:)

There are two keys.
They have names.

Music is one key and I am the lock.
It unlocks a free state of mind when I

find myself in the mindstate of ferocity,
grief, or when I find myself astray.

Dance is like the other key and I am the lock.
I dance off the pain, the shame, the grief, the anger.

All that to say; music and dance are the
two things keeping me going.

It’ll be five in the morning and my dance steps are
following closely behind the beat of the music that I listen to.

When I dance, I am in control.
I have control over how music moves me.

One thing that will always be true, is that when
I am in control of what I was made to do,

sparks of freedom fly within me.