The Ballerina
The glossy pink ribbon shone from the stage light.
My feet ache from the pain i am to face everyday,
I feel as if to slowly collapse under the fatigue of my weak frame.
I must keep pushing if i am to be perfect.
My spirit is heavy and I am trying to carry my feet,
if I make a mistake everyone will see.
The music is getting louder and my heart is pounding.
My legs feel torn, the pain i can't bear.
My heart is so heavy i can barley carry it across the stage.
On with the show.
Jenna Lantz
Copyright © Stacey Lantz | Year Posted 2012
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment