I Was/Am a Dancer

Witing in the wings until the curtain is drawn

A feeling unlike any other

It would be the last time I step on stage

Although I didn't know it yet

I was a dancer

My heart beats to the counts of eight

My body is the paintbrush and the floor is the canvas

I hear "one more time from the top"

I never thought those words would be true

I was a dancer

Dressing rooms full of laughter and comfort

Turned to prisons full of insults and damage

This was a place I no longer recognized

I was a dancer

The excitement of stepping on stage

Trumped by the fear of doing something wrong

What was supposed to be my escape

Is now the thing I want to escape from

I was a dancer

Walking away was so very hart

But sometimes holding on does more damage than letting go

I was a dancer

I will always be a dancer