Pas de Espirit
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My Spotlight

I have learned of the social ways,
to hide my face and mind in the crowd.
Yet somehow, being partially invisible
has helped me grow.
I can hold my head up high,
let my glitter shine,
knowing that the spotlight awaits not far away.
I will wait useless hours
here at school,
but this isn't the place
where I show my cool.
Once a year, annually,
I
Dance
My life, my spirit,
my hours of practicing
shine on the stage.
Us
Clad in itchy, shimmering, tight costumes,
hair lathered in gel, faces in too-bright makeup
to make us look normal under the hot lights.
We move as one body,
twisting and turning,
leaping with the music
We
Dance!
In our glory
we shine
from the sweat from the spotlight.
Do we look like the angels,
the faries,
we portray?
I cannot even feel the pain
I cannot see beyond the stage
But, too soon,
the final note rings out.
It's over
Panting, we hold our pose
as the lights fade.
Somehow, we pull ourselves
together and offstage
in total darkness,
as the next dancers
Scamper past, anxious.
Soon
we'll be back too
once-a-week, too-infrequent rehearsals
but for now, for a mere 5 minutes,
we are our dreams,
glittering in the magical
dreamlight
spotlight
We are dancers,
and we'll never forget it.
Could everyone in this crowd
say that?

The Dance Inside

When I am sad, am down, am cranky
when I am missing you, when you are leaving me,
when the world seems to be made for teasing me,
then I know it is time.
Time to turn up the music and
turn down the thoughts,
Turn my mind from the world and
just lose it in love
Of the dance, of my life
in the celebration of all that is.
Soon it's as if
there's nothing that exists
except me and my music....
"all i ever needed was the music and the mirror..."
Can you feel it?
It's something that you can't find anywhere else,
it's inside of me, in my heart,
my mind,
in me.
And when I stop, I know that
the world will return,
and you will be there, and the sorrows,
and the math next tomorrow. . .
but I also know that the next time
when I am feeling needy,
the music is there, and the mirror,
and the dance inside of me.

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