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the broken dancer
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3.As I slip on my slippers and stretch my bones I stare in the mirror
and think I’d make a pretty dancer
I leap across the floor staring at the mirror as I go making sure I point my toes
as I sail through the air I can imagine myself flying only to come back down again but ever so softly
going across the floor ever so gallantly
I stick out my chest and manage three perfected pirouettes
as I turn for a fourth I slip and fall unable to regain my balance I realize that my ankle is broken
the doctor says it will only be six weeks until I can recover, but six weeks turn into months
when I think I can dance again the doctor comes in and says I might not heal properly
Just as I came here I’m broken but this time it’s my heart,
months later I sit on my windowsill thinking, wondering will my time ever come again?
I take my brace off and stand up, it stings but I still try
once I stand I prep and I do this for hours and hours until I tire
I go back to the studio, but it was empty
I take charge and get back and manage my place leaping and bounding across the floor
like I used to once do
as I come to the quadruple pirouette I prepare myself for failure
but I would only fail if I walked away
I prep and set off marking them as I go
one..
two..
three..
four..
I land gracefully
in fifth position, I hear clapping and praising everybody saw me
and just think the doctor said it couldn’t be done