I dance.
I point my toes till they hurt.
I stretch every muscle in my body,
Even the ones that I shouldn’t.
I move across the room,
To every dusty corner,
Using all the space I have,
In this tiny room.
I smile,
As I lift a leg,
Turn it into the right position,
Try and ignore the pain,
I place myself for a pirouette,
Turn out my feet,
Widen my arms,
And let go.
My leg stays under my knee,
My arms come closer,
As my weight leans backwards,
I fall.
I regain my stamina,
And try again.
Doing the same as last time,
I fall.
I change my position,
I bring my weight forward,
And when I thought I did it,
I fall.
I got back up in anger,
The smile vanished from my lips,
I turn again and again,
Wanting to be perfect.
My last twirl,
I kept going on,
Turning with no end,
Until I collided into a wall.
I fell, once again,
But did not get up,
The white light was burning my eyes,
And like that,
I was gone
Who knew Ballet could lead to this?