I say that I won't dance, but I do.
I push through the pain because I'm so tired of feeling blue.
My muscles ache from countless jumps and turns.
But inside me, a greater pain burns. It burns.

Everything seems to melt away.
My movements burst into color and the world turns grey.
I may not be the best. I may not do it right.
But all I know is that my lungs breathe better in flight.