The Final Dance

Walking in circles
implications of what happened
bringing me to my knees
please, please.

A sound resonates
and pain is a friend.
Listen closely
to the non-reactions.

The spotlight is on,
and the curtains are drawn,
waiting for the music to begin
and looking at the crowd.

A sound resonates
as loud as the one before
and rise en pointe
and begin to twirl.

Twirl and twirl,
pirouette, plie, saute,
All the inhibitions float away,
and all that's left is real.

Feel the eyes
encouraging to go faster, faster,
feel the burn of the legs
and there's nothing better.

No one understands
letting go of the image shown
nothing fake is held
and all fears fly away.

Turning to the crowd
and taking one last curtsy
the curtain falls;
now laying on the ground.

Pain was a friend
and now it's gone
and no one came to watch this final dance;
but flowers will still be given at the after-party.