The Dancer
I stood center stage,
In the dark of it’s blinding lights.
Heart racing.

I was frozen.
Knowing only to move
When I was cued.

The blinding lights,
Arose.
My body matched their motions.

My feet delicately swept across the floor
Delicately,
they moved.

My legs flew as if they were detached
They flew,
Miles above the floor.

My arms formed a perfect circle around my head
Imperfection to me
Would have been a sin.

My body was trained
Perfectly.
It stood straight and tall,

Only breaking a line
when the ground beneath me
grew tired.

I was disciplined to the point
Of no return,
And I didn’t understand limits.

As the stage darkened itself once again,
I stood,
Frozen.
Not breaking a single line.

I lived and breathed dance,
And had never known anything
different.