Thoughts of a Dancer

The apprehension is thick
The cloud of hairspray simmers in the air
Girls scurry in bright sequined tutus
Shoes clatter
Shushed and hushed voices chatter
Excitement and anticipation course through my veins
But no butterflies flutter inside me today
It’s my cue
Tip toe onstage
Lights flicker and flash
Music swells
And I
begin
To
Dance





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alwaysbrokenhearted said...
Apr. 25, 2011 at 2:27 pm
ooh. this is really creative! your very good poet (:
 
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