The little Ballerina- Meghan Smith

The Ballerina- Meghan Smith

There once was a little ballerina

Looking at herself in the mirror 

At who she would hope to become

With her little shoes done up with care

And her ribbons tied with a bow

So she planted her foot and spun

One day the little ballerina moved away

from a beloved studio to somewhere new

with no place to go or friends to meet

she looked into the mirror on the closet door

at the ballerina that she still hoped to be

with socks instead of shoes, 

and hair ties instead of ribbons.

She still planted her foot and spun

The little ballerina then found a place

That had girls like her, with big dreams

But the coach said "you can't dance, looking like that"

So she decided she would burn body fat

And she ate very little and danced for so long

In her shoes tied with shaking fingers

And ribbons squeezing her tight

She looked in the mirror "happy" with the sight

Her turns were not clean but her battle was won

She still planted her foot and spun

The little ballerina, if you could call her that

Cried every day, no matter what

Because even if she tried, she wasn't improving at all

And all her friends hated her

Though she did nothing bad at all

"I'm so tired of this," she said through her tears

Looking at the mirror she found someone she was not

She ripped off her shoes 

Tore through her ribbons

So tired of the delicacy that was needed to spin.

It was years later,  

And she was homebound once more.

No longer a ballerina, just a little girl

Who had gone through so much

And just needed a break

But now here she was, where it all began

With new shoes in her hand

And many ribbons to spare

She looked in the mirror where she was poised and wise

And she realized she was

Who she was meant to be

So she did her shoes up with care

And put her new ribbon in her hair

She planted her foot like she had so long ago

And spun like no one had ever before.