The Robber

Groping onto the handrail, I climbed the cold, metallic stairs, my leather shoes brushing against it. Filled with anxiety, I scurried along the concrete floor to the other dancers. The world around me was black; the blue velvet curtains created a cloak of darkness, like the night.

Who dreams?
Who dares to enter such a realm?
Visions, fleeting,
Escaping with the waking flutter,
Living on bated breath
And translucent promises of
A world all your own;
A world anew.

Twirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.

There is absent space in my chest where pain used to be 
And the muscle memory has not yet learned to let go