Ballerina
i wanted to be a slender dancer
a ballerina in the field of war
pink leotard and crinoline
to hide the tracks and scars
i wanted to be twirled around
i needed to be spun
to feel the warmth, the control of arms
because i didn't feel it in my own
i wanted to be tied with strings
with ribbons or masking tape
so when i grew weak
grew false
grew sad
i wouldn't fall apart
i wanted to be a dancer
to put a play on in your room
but now that i am crippled
i can never dance for you
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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