Bits and Pieces

The Lone Dancer

She pirouettes against the wall,

Stubs her toe as she falls,

And breaks.

Cracked porcelain hands and china face,

Rips her skirt of light blue lace,

And fades.

No one there to put her back,

No words can come because she lacks

The ability.

So there she lay in her pool of tears,

Faced by her deepest fears,

Forgotten.

No one arrives to take her home,

She is trapped in her lonely dome,

Terrified.

A picture fills her mind;

She dances with the moon behind,

Illuminating the empty space inside her.

She's a lone dancer,

No one to twirl her around.

Her dreams of being fancier,

Falling to the ground.

She dances flawlessly,

Never stops once to see 

If she's perfect or not.

She glides through the ashes 

Of her past mishaps and flashes 

Of dreams once held. 

But she's a lone dancer,

With no burdens to hold.

And though she's a prancer,

She'll never get old.

So time stops for the china ballerina 

And the curtain closes on her peaceful arena,

Even if she's not done.

She becomes a whisper, a song on the wind,

The last time she laughed, the last time she grinned 

Are memories like the lone dancer she is.