Dancing On Eggshells

Dancing on eggshells Pursuing my groove Correcting my posture In hopes to improve My tip toes are bare In our home built of glass I take each, ginger step With fear induced class I strive for perfection I land below par My rhythm needs work Steps, too far apart I try to refrain And not tap my feet I tame my excitement I tune out the beat I relax at a victory My pivot, just right But before I can bow My dip is too tight In the second of calm I lose my composure I begin to feel safe My moves are all over Your look of dismay A familiar jab I’ll continue to try Even though I am bad