The Crackhead Chronicles Of The Six Strange Swans

The Ex Dancer

She crumbles to the floor

with tears in her eyes

A silence overcomes her

Like a devil in disguise 

Sharp fragments of glass

Piercing her skin

As she picks up the broken pieces

Of the mess she was left in 

"SLUT!" her fathers voice

Still ringing in her ears

As the images appear

Of the smashing of the beers 

She is caring she is kind

She hides all of her feelings inside

She is helpless, and to help others she's eager

But all she wants is someone to help her 

She is a gift that keeps on giving

But like most things in this world

The toxins just tear her to the ground 

She stares at the quotes

stuck upon her wall

Express yourself, all you need is individuality

They're the only things stopping her to fall 

The trophies stand on their pristine place

But the collection won't continue

Because when her father came back into her life

All her hopes and dreams began to crumble through 

Character shoes and Skirts

that have crowned her undefeated

But the dust particles continue to gather

As they will remain seated 

Point shoes with blood

From where her foot cut from hard work

She misses her teacher's comments

Including the ones that were from the jerk 

Flashbacks come to her mind

From were she was happily untied

Theatre trips, movies, nights out

Before her family was divided 

And she was happy 

The thoughts ponder in her head

Why don't you want me? Am I not worthy?

But then before the soft carpet gets hit by a fuelled fist

She speaks "I have had enough of this!" 

She fights down the demons

That question her value

As she dusts herself of

Even if the marks are like a tattoo 

She secures her bun

And laces up her point shoe

She hits the play button on her phone

And as she takes first position her confidence grew 

Every step, every leap, every jump that she made

Electricity ran through her vains 

And for a split moment, her life was put on pause

And she was happy again 

For a moment

She was free 

Electricity, sparks inside of me

And I'm free 

________________________________________________________________________________so this one shot was  actually a lot of fun to write 

also I've only wrote a poem once in my life before this so I wanted to try a new style and really enjoyed it 

Also I don't think I have ever wrote a full chapter in third person so this whole chapter was a new experience for me 

Shout out to Cuppy for helping me with some of the rhyms aha 

-Mamma Cubby signing off