Ballet Shoes

There once was a girl who loved to dance

Who spent hours in the studio

Jumping, turning, eating, sleeping.

But one day nothing stirred in the studio.

It grew quiet, lonely, abandoned.

The girl had left with her family

To a place far, far away,

And now what occupied the girl’s life

Was not music nor dance,

But books, expectations, responsibilities.

She no longer had the liberty

Of locking herself up in the dance room

And losing herself in the music and the movement

To escape from the realities of the world.

She was trapped,

Forced to leave behind what she loved the most,

But on those late nights

When she was working by only

The light of her small desk lamp,

All she needed to do

Was look up at her ballet shoes

Hanging on the wall above her

To remember the freedom and passion she felt

And to find strength.

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