The Dancer's Secret

October 15, 2009
She plies to warm her legs,
The warmth floods through her soul,
She is still in pain though because of the secret.
The rosin keeps her from slipping,
The secret will never slip out.
She twirls out on the stage,
She pours her heart into the dance,
To take away the pain of the dancers secret.
She spins faster,
Her spot dead on,
The audience wonders how she does it,
They don’t know it’s her secret that keeps her moving.
The applause will distract her for a second,
But her thoughts will always go back to
The dancer’s secret.

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