because she had to learn to see
beyond the light,
beyond the movement
stranded by its language
because she had to learn to believe nothing
could change her
cleave a room
memorize its shadows,
be still for the empty
stage, say dance,
say dance anyway
because there was two pictures in her locket
once a pair of wings
and now a hollow
absence, a thunderstorm
a crash and then an echo
because she had to learn to love
the right knot, the perfect stitch
the only prayer that could keep
a pointe shoe tethered to flying
feet and dizzying air
because she had to learn to dance daggers
on horizon lines, her breath rasping
like diamonds against her throat
flicker-quick hands, a moon
between her fingers
because sometimes, when she spun
her heart in spotlight,
there was perfect stillness,
a delineated diction,
a fleeting hope
2 Comments
RRNinja
AWESOME! I love how you ended it, and , like @rosemarywisdom said, the formatting.
rosemarywisdom
I love the imagery and formatting! Keep it up <3