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.