It was called "The Right Of Spring"
I was scared, excited, elated
Taking my place on the stage above the footlights,
I shook, like an earthquake of the soul
I'd danced this piece several times before, but never in front of such a number of eyes
The other dancers seemed fine
We'd practiced for 8 months for this particular show
We were to perform twice daily, for 3 days
Hard, excruciating work
But such is the dance
I began to sweat profusely, I felt the blood draining from my face
And right at the second turn,
I hit the floor with a thud.
Becoming human

Much has been said
against me
however,
I will not be spiteful
or allow hatred,
the beast of darkness
that resides
in the black jungles
of arrogance
and ignorance,
to infect me;
for that is no reason
to give way to anger.
So I refuse to let anger
ugly my heart;
for anger
is the scorpion’s poison
of peace
and love, it’s sunlight.
I choose light
contentment and happiness,
as poetry’s not a contest
of winners or losers;
it is the essence
of a poet’s soul.

My hero is the protecting type.
Loved me no matter what.
Cares and provides for my family.
Serves and protects his own
But no matter what
I see through him
See when he’s sad, mad, or even happy.
I’ve come to know this man.
And love him no matter what.
Throughout my days I will never be able to return he favor
Because he’s just done so much.
I will protect him all my life.
He is a hero
A hero casted down from heaven it’s self!
No matter through the hard times.
He will always love me the same.
When the hardships come
We stand tall
And try not to fall
But if one does,
We pick each other up.
Because it’s what family does.
But Non the less Im proud that he’s my hero
Because he’s been there for me time after time.
Loving me no matter what.
And experiencing life with me.