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