Ballerina Jewelry Box

 

Sometimes our lives are like the tiny ballerina that spins alone

Atop of her satin platform from a childhood jewelry box

We dance to a beautiful, mechanical tune that is not played by us yet emits a melodious tone

And our motorized selves dance and twirl involuntarily to life’s movement

But inside we are still just little girls

The ballerina does not have a choice nor does she have a voice

What hides behind her painted face as she dances in her shoes with beautiful laces?

We’ve looked at life from both ages; child and not

Some things as we grow older, it seems maybe it’s better that we’ve forgot

But our gift to choose allows us to cherish the sweet times and learn from the sad times

Knowing the season will change as it did when we were young

Time passes more swiftly in this age but it seems that hurt cuts deeper and wounds heal slowly

Just know that love is enduring

If the ballerina is turning, imagine she must be dancing in joy and she is not just complacent to be some girl’s childhood toy

But an inspiration that one day some child may daydream while watching her dance upon her pedestal; to her mechanical tune

And store within her safe keeping all her hopes and treasures until one day when she is old enough to need them back

Because in her life there is something she may lack

She’ll feel the warmth she felt as a child, safe in her home; even if she seems alone

She is never truly alone