Shoes That Dance

My pointe shoes are my companions.
They're a symbol of how hard I've worked as a dancer,
A symbol to me of how you learn and continue
To grow and become the delicate ballerina.

They tell me stories of other great dancers;
I dream of them dancing across the room-
Dancers who have fallen, twisted to the floor
Unable to get back up where they fall,
Giving up at any sign of struggle,

Feet perfectly tightened and fitted to each shoe,
Laces wrapped perfectly around each ankle,
Pretty pink silk covering my feet,

Whispering each time my feet cross against the floor,
Giggling after bar, and jumping,
Screaming after every jeté
Pleading for more, more, more.

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