My Performance

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Mind of dancer

Submitted: January 11, 2012

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Sweaty hands

Achy feet

I bend to the left and stretch.

 

Heart thumping

Pulse rising

I bend to the right and stretch.

 

I listen to the lyrics from my heart

I close my eyes and fantasize

I get up and I walk.

 

Standing there between to black, endless streams

I block all voices, all faces

I get on the stage and dance.

 

And when I am done I take a deep breath

Sweat trickles down my face

I bow, exhausted

But in my heart, I know I've won.

And with my head held high I walk off the stage.


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