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[aid] => mick
[title] => One Final Dance
[time] => 2005-03-30 16:29:24
[hometext] => I'm new at this... please comment!! This happened to me and I was forced to give up dancing, but it wasn't nearly this dramatic... lol.
[bodytext] => I silently open the door and creep Into the dark, unlit theater Along the plush scarlet carpet My bare feet gently whisper Down the slanting aisle Past the empty rows of folding chairs I suddenly trip and stumble Caught suddenly unawares My body screams for leniency Leniency that I refuse to give it Just one last dance, I promise myself And then to my doctor I'll submit Trembling, I climb the steps to the brightly lit stage Where I danced so joyously I would never have dreamt it would all end In some disease about extreme joint laxity I don't know what the disease will do And frankly I don't care All I know is I won't be able to dance It's so incredibly unfair Point shoes are out of the question I gave those up long ago But nothing will stop me from dancing For my final, lonely show Music comes from somewhere Probably just inside my head I let my body begin to swirl And allow my tears to shed Faster and faster I spin and move Frappes, pas de basques, fondues Unending, unceasing gliding movement My restraint comes unglued I let myself be one with the dance It pick me up and I fly Ignoring my betraying body My pain I will defy The colors are brilliantly swirling And I mold with them, becoming one My body begs for release but I dance I'll finish what I have begun My tears begin to block my vision And my head throbs with pain I slow but I do not cease moving After all, no pain, no gain Pushing my body beyond its limits I perform one last grand jete My bleeding feet give out from under me The end of my ballet A sobbing, ugly heap on the stage That's what I've become For nine years I worked so hard to be the best And now to my body I am eternally ransomed. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 61 [informant] => NightOwl [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => selfstruggles )
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