Ballerina
Leopard in a snow white dress, you float across the world
Soft as a lotus petal and strong as iron, I see the elegance in your step
The way the sand moves, and the moon behind jungle clouds
These are your fellow dancers
And many are the feathers that shake and weave before you, I am sure
An endless stream of peacocks and pariahs
All hoping for a crumb of attention, a chance to bask in the association of true beauty
Aaah yes, I feel for you!
Truly we are cursed, those of us with the burden of gift
And the devotion to develop it
Truly we are punished for being beautiful, and in the strangest ways
For who would have ever thought we would tire of silk tongues and flattery
But alas, we do
Swan on a satin lake, you dance through the minds of many
I wanted to whisper to you
“I can see past the shiny silver of your wake
And underneath that magnificent mirror I see mud, and pain
I see a small girl crying after class
and the countless cruel hours of hammering, hammering
Hammering your splendid blade on the anvil of endless toil
I see terrible doubt, and dreams that were taken in the service of your craft
The nameless sacrifices of the true artist
Who holds out their arms and cries to gods they barely know:
”Take this, take this from me, so I may have nothing left
but the fabric of my art!"
Yes, I know the kisses are piled high, and many knights prance for a chance
to catch your eye
But I thought you should know
that I know
That you are deeper than daylight reveals
And in the long shadow of your smile
It is there that your true mystery dances
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