She is standing tall.
Dancing alone.
The pointe shoes hurt
But she doesn't care.
This is what she wants.
Dressed in her tutu,
Leaping off the floor, flying.
Dancing to her heart's content.
The beautiful ballerina.
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Ballerina
PoetryThis is a compilation of poetry that I wrote through my senior year of high school for my favorite English class. I wrote these poems at a time in my life where everything was changing- for the better. I hope you enjoy them.
