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 © | Year Posted 2012

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May 13, 2024 at 7:04 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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March 23, 2012 at 7:14 AM
I am stopping back today to see if you have continued to write and post new poetry Stacey. I hope that you will continue with your writing. You have taken the first step~ ~to write and share. When you feel the need for inspiration read some of the other poetry here at PoetrySoup. It will help you. Love, Carol
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