Lights dim
A click of a spotlight
A small whisper of excitement
A smile of contentment and peace
And you begin.
Dreams.
She dances.
Hidden in a place where no one would see her
She's started later than the other girls.
Her self esteem is low
But when she spins and leaps,
she feels
Free.
Special.
Important.
Beautiful.
She's never been perfect.
Her grades were good but it was never the best.
Her clothes were pretty but never looked good enough on her.
Her eyes were bright blue
And round.
But no one noticed the beauty behind the glasses that concealed them.
When she danced though,
She felt free,
And strong.
Powerful.
Girls her age were usually really good at dance.
She frowned upon herself, wishing.
Hoping she could pursue a career in dance.
Unlikely, she knows.
But she keeps dancing.
Letting go of her worries
Throwing away her constant anxiety that she would be made fun of
And expresses feelings she couldn't even describe to herself.
Dance truly inspires her
And watching a professional dance
With such grace
Moves her.
Dance is a love.
A passion.
An inspiration.
And I can't even describe how much it means to that girl.
How much it means to me.
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The Door (Poetry)
PuisiA few poems I have written. The last two are from a romance novel I am currently writing and the first is one I am thinking of entering into a contest. This is really going to be my place where I will put all my poems.
