Ballerina

She stands there with her pink dress stained by tears

No one seems to see her for what she really is

Her dance asks

Will you hold me, need me, love me?

 

Her head hung low

With her curly brown hair dangling in front of her face

She slowly breaths in and out

Her mind concentrating on her dance

 

Her eyes have begun to fill with tears

Her dress has been ripped by life’s tortures

The ribbons in her hair are falling out

Her dance now consists of doubt

 

As her dance comes to an end

She waits for the recognition of the crowd

But no applause she receives

 

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

What a sad image to one which is almost always associated with grace and beauty. Very sad but, good ending to a well penned write.