One step at a Time

April 17, 2011
I am not giving up
Was my first day
Five years gone
Walked in smell of rosin fills the air
Timidly I slip on brand new ballet slippers
Soft cotton fabric and silk ribbons hug my feet
Feels like my feet have been away from home for too long
Scared to take a glance away from the worn wooden floor
Every girl there the size of my pinkie
Legs stretching over their heads
Didn't belong
Wanted to quit
Determined to stay
Just Breathe
One hour
Two Advil
Three ice packs later
Mother asks
Do you want to quit?
I'm not giving up.

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