DancerA Poem by DACACDance 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 DACACAuthor's Note
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Added on December 15, 2014Last Updated on October 4, 2015 |