The Stage

The luminous lights dim; her heart beats fast with fright.

She had prepared for months for this moment, for this night.

Now she fears her routine would dwindle,

As slowly, and lowly, she strolls to the stage.

At last, for what seems an eternity, dead center.

She can hear nothing, but the accelerating adrenaline pounding in her head.

She glances at the audience, but the audience looks nearly dead.

This does not set her sould a kindle.

The music starts; the performance begins.

She does her right splits in mid-air after a beat.

Suddenly, her fears melt away.

Spin, arabesque, plea

She wishes this feeling will stay, her heart seems to sway.

Leap, axel, pique

Her soul pours out at every count.

She strikes her final pose; the music ends.

The whole crowd stands with roaring applause.

Her smile grows bigger, while she gracefully bends to bow.

She loves it here, though, she does not know how.

But she is a dancer, and her home is the stage.