A Beautiful Strength

A ballerina's strength is what keeps her alive.

It is covered by beauty,

But it is always there,

Lying quietly beneath the surface.

Her strength is laced with grace and elegance,

But it is not to be ignored.

Sweat runs down her back,

Her lungs gasp for air,

Her feet ache and burn,

Yet she smiles once more and caries on

Just as others have done before.

She seems to float above the ground,

As if gravity means nothing to her.

She sighes as she bandages her bleeding toes

And prepares to do it all again

Tomorrow.

 

Reviews

[Rose of Gondor]

A beautiful strength indeed. What can I say? Beautiful. So completely true. When I did ballet when I was young, it hurt like crazy. :) Sometimes I wonder if you're a ballerina. You capture the emotions of a dancer like that so well. It's amazing how these ballet dancers do their ballet. They carry themselves with a certain air of grace and solemness. Beautiful.