National Poetry Month

So many times she’s danced through the pain

the show goes on,

and her smile is so natural,

relaxed, not forced like some of the others

She has gone back to a discipline she left,

they are en pointe,

but not she, she does it her way

no point in wrecking her feet

She dances with such poise and grace

Floats with gossamer wings,

Pumps the beat with effortlessness,

chameleon in her dancing