Give Me Your Hand

Miss Dancer,
How do you spin?
I envy your grace,
Your invincibility,
Your inability to stumble
Or fall.

You move to the music
Like you’re responding
To its language.
Your confidence and bravery,
I admire.
The way you hold your head
Is as if you’re the queen
Of ballet.

And your majesty,
Keep your chin up,
Because I want to be
Just like you.