Ballet Shoes

They are a dancer's

Best friend,

Their worst enemy.

One week they are

New and pink,

The next, dull and worn.

They protect her feet,

Help her in her work,

And are loved and cherished.

They are thrown across the room,

Cried and prayed over,

Hated and despised.

They are what

Enables us to do

What we do.

They are cruel torture devises.

They witness

Tears and smiles.

Laughter and pain.

Victories and loses.

They are cared for,

Yet ripped apart

By they ones who dance in them.

But that's what

They're made for.

For they are,

After all, 

Ballet shoes.

Aren't they?

Reviews

[CrimsonDecorum]

I bet you hate your point shoe ones Hannah. :D

[Viki Rachel]

Ooh, a subliminal message maybe?
I love how you described and tenderly brought to life these beloved inanimate objects. The last time I danced seriously was when I was 6 (I was in ballet), and it is a regret I must carry.
You are such a stunning writer!

[Victoria PoetryBunny]

I love this... very nicely written about the ballet shoes and the dancers work in them, i enjoyed this, especially this part:
"They are cruel torture devises.
They witness
Tears and smiles.
Laughter and pain."

[Rose of Gondor]

Hahaha, so true! I remember looking at my ballet shoes during class and wishing I'd lost them so i wouldn't have to come to ballet. So true!