Dancer

Dancer

A Poem by DACAC

Dance

A sport

Jumping, Leaping, Sweating

Wow, I'm getting sore

Took a break for water

Even that couldn't quench my thirst

Brushing the sweat off my forehead

Knowing that you only have an hour left

Until I get to go home, and rest my 

aching body, my heart pounding in my chest, I need

to take a hot shower, allowing the heat to roll down

my sore, stinging bones. I can barely walk the next day because

Of all the near impossible movements my body had done last night. I

can't believe that I went through with that triple back hand-spring last night

Because now I know that I shouldn't have because after that, my ankle had 

twisted. 

© 2015 DACAC


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