The ballerina

The frightened ballerina, standing on her toes stood behind the curtain in a dainty pose. Having practiced faithfully hour after hour, inside her heart was pounding. Outside her muscled power overcame her fear. The overture now playing, each note was in her ear. And as the curtain opened it took away her fear. The stage, the lights became her love.Each pirouette and leap took her way above into a different sphere. The audience, mesmerized, intent on every motion, appreciation on their faces showed deep emotion. And as the music ended she took her final bow.No longer was she frightened, in fact emboldened now. She knew why she was here. To dance, to dance at every given chance. To hear the applause and hear them call her name. And so the ballerina standing on her toes so graceful and dainty is awed as she does hear. 'Bravo, bravo,bravo, my dear.'

Edwina Reize