Ready to Dance

January 26, 2010
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She has been
working for months.
Dancing in the studio,
in the streets,
and even in her room

She ties up the
strings to her
ballet slippers.

Steps up from the floor,
her stomach filled
with butterflies.

The dancer, in her
elegant tutu.
In her soft pink

She steps away
from the shelter
and the curtain slowly

The inticipation was
killing her.
She glances up,
the glances of the
expecting audience.

She realizes.
This is her time to shine.
The music begins,
as she flows across the stage.

The dancer.
So practiced.
So poised.
Flowing across the floor
with such energy.

Her tight bun,
begins to fall out

of it’s safe elastic.

She is on top
of the world!
Her performance,
perfected for months.

Is finally coming true.
She glances up,
and sees herself.
In her jeans and t-shirt.

She glances at
In her bathroom mirror.
Knowing that day,
of dancing for an audience.



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BabyAcorn said...
Feb. 13, 2010 at 8:11 pm
Thats really sad.....
You had me all wound up for the final leap then her bun feel but she carried on still 'on top of the world'
Then the mood drops lower than expected and you feel empty........
I love your poem... Its beautiful...
cocobutter replied...
Feb. 21, 2010 at 8:10 pm
Thank you so much :)
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