Who We AreBy Blaire Ginsburg
Who dares to enter such a realm?
Escaping with the waking flutter,
Living on bated breath
And translucent promises of
A world all your own;
A world anew.
Leap of FaithBy Mary Rueschoff
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
Muscle MemoryBy Amanda Pendley
There is absent space in my chest where pain used to be
And the muscle memory has not yet learned to let go