Elementia dance

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.

Spinning like a little girl in the rain Making it look so easy, but yet so hard The precise frappe out of the spin Like a prancing reindeer in the snow.

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