Graceful

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I am a lone figure on the dark stage.

Hair in a bun on the back of my head, tights shimmering on young legs, ballet slippers soft on strong toes.

The full audience cannot be seen in the dark beyond.

I find my place, a piece of barely visible tape.

Then: lights, and my music begins softly, familiar after hours of practice.

Suddenly I am no longer a scrawny, shy twelve-year-old girl.

I am confident. I know my dance forward and backward. I look pretty.

I am a ballerina.

Graceful.

Surreal.

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2 comments :

  1. Very nice. Are you still dancing?

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  2. Hi there, dropping by from Five Minute Friday...this is a gorgeous, quiet moment you write about. I wonder too, if you are still doing ballet. Beautiful. Blessings.

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