Dancer Girl

March 2008

Caught up in this breeze
drifting through this life
calling out to everyone
only an echoe resounds
Deep breath
an attempt at perfection
crumbling before me
visions become clear
perfection is idea
a thought
faltered truth
becomes reality
dreams prove themselves fake
fairytales become lies
without closure
holding it in
and giving it away
free for today
trying to maintain balance
and poise
the dancer girl crashes
one last time