Dance

Dance through life.

Doesn’t matter what they say–

Why bother?

Play to the audience.

Play for yourself.

The expression’s what counts, so smile.

Show your teeth,

Wide smile, beaming face.

Fall to the ground, roll over,

Oh, anything’s artistic

As long as it means something

To someone,

To anyone,

To you.

Does that count?

Five, six, seven, eight

Of course it counts.

Curl your fingers, pointe your toes,

Own that stage.

You don’t have to look pretty,

Because,

When you dance,

No matter what moves you make,

You’re more than pretty.

You’re beautiful.

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Had a ballet exam today after four years of no exams. It was exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Also, I’ve neglected this old thing for such a long time. I guess it’s time to get back into it. I have been writing a little, I promise. Just nothing that publishable. Not that this is anything great, but hey, it’s something. Enjoy.

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