An Opal's Poetry

'Free Dancer'

...Dance at least dancing there...

with 'her',

with them, with their bad attitudes,

and don't try life moto,

with their it's too hard

and I won't try to push myself

the way they hold each other back by spreading that attitude

the way they all exclude me

...because I do try...

the way they all hold me back...

that building, that place,

the teachers who don't even try to push them

or even notice that I try...

notice how all of this makes me feel...

that stupid woman,

who forces me to go...

to slave away doing the same thing every time to no avail...

it's like playing a game

but I'm stick repeating the same level even though

I complete it with five stars!

the game itself is broken

and the next level won't open...

hate!

hate, when time moves forward

and never stops it always pushes me

pushes me, toward these moments were I feel so trapped

and so helpless, so stupid

because I can't find the solution

to get out

I can't fit through the tiny door

in Alice and Wonderland

because I ate too much of that stupid mushroom!...

I'm trapped somewhere...

somewhere that should be so easy to get out of...

stop paying for classes

tell Miss that it's not her fault

and go somewhere else....

...but...

I can't, I keep getting told,

"you can't just quit"

"you can't let that demon take away what you love"....

But they HAVEN'T

they are slowly killing how I feel about dance....

about my art form,

the only way I know how to express myself

without using my words

how to say what no word could say...

but that's being taken away slowly

over time

as the Poison starts to seep into my soul...

how if I could just get out

of this room,

get out of the gas chamber

my soul could heal...

my game could reload,

I wouldn't be bloated by the mushroom

and I could walk through that door

and be done,

for once and for all...

I'll never have to worry

that the only thing that makes me feel truly free

from what is poisoning me...

I'll be finally free

and safe,

far away in the giant gold, old, ballroom

with barres along the walls,

the beautifully framed mirrors shimmer from light,

Streaming in from the glass ceiling...

I dance

and I'm free...

I'm alone on the stage,

dressed to perfection,

as my body moves in time

with the song playing

it comes from deep in my heart....

all the moves are just right

because I've reached the potential

that I told existed,

and I kept pushing until

I truly become a

legend

for our time,

and the world will remember the

'Free Dancer'

-a trapped opal