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The Ballerina

A little girl no more than three or four
She spends her day listening to the music from her mother’s radio
She dances a beautiful dance for her age
Even the clopping of her feet is magical
Yet, she will not allow anyone to watch
Stopping the moment she feels eyes upon her
Years go by and the little girl never gives up her dancing
Schools and practice are a daily routine
The rest of her life is a mere dream own by her talent
Sore ankles, swollen knees and bloody toes are her curse
Yet, she never gives up the dance
She dances in untold choruses with a thousand other girls
An unknown she dances every night in one show and every day in another
Years of practice grow and strain in every muscle she uses
Audiences applaud every performance but it is not for her, never for her
Yet, she never gives up the dance
One night she is called to be the central character of the show
Her dance is flawless in its technique
As graceful as the swan she portrays she glides through every moment
This one night is the fulfillment of a life of dreaming and work
All the classes, the pain of strained muscles and the blood-filled shoes fade away
The audience…they are not there
She doesn’t care that no one knows her name
Fame is something she had not desired since she heard her mother’s radio
At that minute the music and the dance are the only things she knows
And all of her life has led to the moment
So many years of her life she strived for this
She still does it just for the dance

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