Dance
In her head there is a crowd and flashing lights
every where as she dances in a world
That is all her own
There she is dancing and spinning around
in her large flowing white dress
the White sash spinning with a life of its own
Her ankle never fails her
It doesn’t crick once
She dances because its her right of life
Her passion
Her dream
Her escape
She calls it dream spinning
How could you ever stop her and pull her away
Look at the beauty of her face when she smiles on that dance floor
Shades of sunlight playing on her face in the darkest of winters
Her eyes bright with energy and love
She leaps and doesn’t ever seem to land
Her mouth stretches to a smile
and I realized she still hadn’t smiled once
With her mouth the entire time
Twirling and shining she sweats swinging around on the
Imaginary bars
She poses so hard her bones pop out
And she breathes heavily in and out trying to steady herself
She is beautiful when she dances
Let her dance let the poor girl dance
Don’t take this away from her too
The tall large dirty man walks into the studio angrily
And yells at her to leave now
He asks why she came her without permission
Because he has banned her from dancing for ever
The fake crowd disapears along with the fake lights
A sullen look crosses her face as she changes into jeans
Pulling them up over the scars on her legs
And tracing the scars on her arms
He is angry hes had a long bad day at work
now she knew why her mother spent hours dancing
dancing away her life to the best of her ability
dont take away my dance she wants to beg
but it will have no effect
so she leaves with him and shuts off the studio lights
for good
with a faint fake promise of return
Copyright © Phia Mosley | Year Posted 2012
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