Prima Ballerina
The theatre grows quiet as the music begins to fade in
Lively conversations cease in order to respect her presence
There she stands, alone behind the curtain
Wanting it no other way
The next two minutes are hers to own
She will be the center of all who stare in awe
The one who will create emotions through movements
That some have never felt or seen
She will be the creator of an unforgettable performance,
The beauty that many will continue to whisper about
For weeks after this day is done.
The high she is on,
Overwhelms every inch of her soul
She is primed, prepped, and ready
She stands there glistening in her warm up sweat.
She goes through the entire performance
Once more in her head
Perfecting every move
She would soon be make.
The music grows louder,
Her heart thumps with the melody
She counts down in her head
To the last few seconds before it’s her cue.
Her head rises to try and catch the spotlight .
But it fades,
And the whispers begin to swirl again
The volume of voices rises once more
The music comes to a stop,
And her curtain never opens.
She races to rip them apart
But comes to find
There is no break in the sea of red.
She begins to scream
To catch the attention of someone
Anyone, who can help fix this madness
But finds herself awakened by her own voice.
All she manages to say,
Is a soft “no”
This nightmare came again,
To remind her of the dream
She passed up many years ago.
Special Podcast Series: The Woman Before The Mother
This poem is from my publish poetry book: (My) Pain is Beauty.
I will be discussing this poem on my new series. There is a story I wish to tell and a flame I seek to reignite.
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Until next time,
The Mom Memory Keeper
