You see her in the corner,
sitting, watching, waiting.
She longs to be up there once more,
but she just sits and watches.

She gets up and tries to dance once again,
but her knees give out and she falls.
She falls to the ground,
and breaks into tears.

All she wants to do is be up there,
where she belongs.
In the spotlight,
with a face full of makeup.

Once again she gets up,
and stumbles to a ballet bar.
As she grabs a hold of the bar,
she feels the cool wood under her hand.

The memories are flooding back,
like an uncontrollable hurricane.
She burst into tears once again,
and falls to her knees.

She stands up for the last time,
and grabs the bar.
She still remembers everything,
she has learned.

She enters fourth position,
and readies her arms.
She began to rise up,
on to her toes.

Her smile widens,
as her muscles tense.
Her knees start to spasm,
and worry begins to consume her.

She slowly sinks down,
back on to solid ground.
And she slowly walks to the mirror,
puts her hand up and closes her eyes.

She opens her eyes,
and looks around the studio.
It was all just a dream.


You see me in the corner,
sitting, watching, waiting.
I long to be up there once more,
but I just sit and watch.

I get up and try to dance once again,
but my knees give out and I fall.
I fall to the ground,
and break into tears.

It was not a dream,
but mere reality.