I Am a Dancer

I am a dancer.

Whether I'm on stage performing,

or out in the real world.

I am a dancer.

I leap with grace and poise on stage,

My body is controlled and

My Movements choreographed.

But once I step off the stage,

A new dance begins.

This one I fall, I twist, I spin,

Nothing is planned,

It just happens.

I may not be graceful when I walk

Or when I fall.

But I am still dancing.

I just remember,

that there are no mistakes in life,

only unexpected solos.

I live to dance,

and I dance to live.

For everything I do,

Is just another step

in an impromtue ballet.

Author's Note

ignore the spelling. This is just how I feel about life. I've been dancing since I was three...ballet really. You'd think that I'd be able to take that grace from the dance floor to the regular floor. Unfortunately, I can't. Give me a pair of toe shoes and I can do just fine, unless I forget enough chalk on my shoes, then that could spell disaster if I were to step wrong. But it's just like life. Enjoy! :)

Reviews

[Wondering Mind]

A graceful use of the dance metaphor, and it isn't so uncommon that not all skills are made of use effectively in a different "environment" from where they were gained. Nicely done.

[Suzy Sunshine]

Wow. This is really great!
I understand what you're saying. It's a poem that I'm going to live by. Do you mind if I put it on my Myspace?
It's just so good and motivational!

[Fear Corrupts!]

I really like this, your point is made made clear though your metaphor...
Nice flow..

Molly*