I am a dancer and an artist
I am from velvet curtains
Dusty matts and brightly painted walls
I hear the buzz of stage lights and pounding adrenaline when I'm alone
I am from the rush
I see acrobats flying above billions of upturned faces
I am from the applause
The satisfaction of a bow
I pretend to be a bird, leaping into open air
I am from dreams of flight
I feel my heart thundering in my chest in the dark moments before the curtain rises
I am from the first pounding moments of a show,
Letting go of the nerves
I feel silky soft fabric, smooth wood, polished by years of hands
And the cold hard steel that I love
I am from bruises
Blood
Sweat
Blisters and burns
I understand that what I am isn't easy but
I will never give up.
VOUS LISEZ
Poetry
Thơ caThis is my world of nothing No end no beginning, Neither in nor out, Neither up nor down. This is the glass pane of a window Hard nothing to keep out the cold. Something no one notices But is always there. Like a single droplet of mist Or the hum...
