This,
is my life,
etched here on the black Marley by
the blocks in my pointe shoes and
scuffed with marks from my bare feet as
I danced, and sweated, and bleed, and cried.
This,
is my life,
exposed to the critics in the audience, and
struggling to prove my worth as a dancer,
and as a human,
to myself and my audience.
This,
is my life,
my dreams, my passion, my discipline, my hope for tomorrow,
my reason for struggling out of bed each day
and stretching sore muscles with the wonderful knowledge
that I’m alive again today.
I continue to the studio to practice so I can
create magic.
This,
is my life.
My life etched on a Marley floor.
