The Ballerina
The Ballerina
Out on a limb, so nimble and quick, and so beautiful
and full of grace, a youthful ballerina who won’t quit
in this fleeting moment when she is the “Star”
and relies on her heart’s adamant desire
throughout this treacherous love affair on the stage
as her heart engages in a jealousy’s rage (as time flies by),
and she dies a thousand deaths after practicing so hard,
fighting tooth and nail with the beast to be stronger
and more energetic and elegantly more than the rest,
while shunning the pleasures of life’s fruitless rewards
and tells herself she’s better than that and gives her all,
and a little more (summoned up from the depths of her soul)
to win the applause the audience responds with,
because ballerinas grow old, ever so quickly.
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