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Ode to Ballet
  Physical, mental strain
  as I stare
  as I’m in pain
  everywhere.
  Enwrapped in worry
  in stress, anxiety
  of this art form
  which I adore
  which fills me completely.
  The satin shoe, pink, newly sewed
  the ribbons hang and whirl,
  and the elastic keeps me from falling
  with seams and cloth stitched perfectly.
  But I am spinning,
  on my toes
  the hard box
  on and off the floor.
  The sole of this shoe,
  slowly begins to bend
  and mold with me,
  becomes one with every move I blend.
  I feel each bone
  each muscle
  each emotion
  entranced by you, ballet.
  My slippery sweat
  saturates my forehead
  but I can never give a glimpse
  of what it really is.
  I am so utterly moved
  by each fragment and gesture
  pushing even the most subtle
  and gentle movements
  to achieve true expression.
  Why is it I am so lost with you?
  how do I simply forget everything?
  except the captivating motion
  the precision
  the fatigue.
  
  Eyes glimmer after hours
  and hours
  everything felt
  Close to a shatter.
  And then I walk in,
  there is the barre
  wooden and it creaks,
  the pianist begins to play,
  a delicate line
  not a note discreet
  not a thought astray.
  I recognize the tune,
  the swift line of each song
  as I move and fuse
  But it is deeper than this,
  the pretty music,
  the state of bliss.
  There is actual depth,
  a story,
  someone to embody
  people can’t be left.
  There are tears,
  heart breaks
  when you believe you did well
  but something else changes.
  It doesn’t matter
  the perfection,
  the execution
  the haze.
  
  But I stare at myself more
  the mirror sitting stupidly in front of me
  the dim light
  in frustration
  in unclarity.
  So forced to perfection
  in every way
  by you, ballet.
  Though everything burns
  the fire drifting from soul
  luring me on,
  away, my heart will never churn.
  I feel this hope
  and light within
  pouring my essence out for you
  as tirelessly as I can.
  A smile crosses my tired face
  when the melodic line overcomes me
  I am elegant
  I am full of grace.
  Though I feel incredible aches
  and I yell inside
  my insecurities slowly begin to fade.
  Oh ballet I love you
  because of your surreal presence
  words can never describe
  I’ve never truly felt more alive.

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This piece emerged from my love for ballet. Though it is only my second year dancing ballet, as well as dancing in general, the passion and the peace I feel, as well as my internal conflicts are incorporated in this piece.