The Dancer

She stands, fingers laced, waiting in the wings;
Waiting for her turn on stage, she trembles.
Bright flashing lights reflecting in her eyes,
While inside she prays that she won’t stumble.

Waiting for her turn on stage, she trembles.
Sweat beading lightly on her powdered brow,
While inside she prays that she won’t stumble.
Retracing familiar steps in her mind.

Sweat beading lightly on her powdered brow,
She smoothes the wrinkles from her sequined dress—
Retracing familiar steps in her mind
All the while, dancing quietly in her place.

She smoothes the wrinkles from her sequined dress—
Concentrating on the old wooden floor,
All the while, dancing quietly in her place—
Hearing silent music playing in her ears.

Concentrating on the old wooden floor,
Bright flashing lights reflecting in her eyes,
Hearing silent music playing in her ears,
She stands, fingers laced, waiting in the wings.

 

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