I was a good ballerina
I miss the games,
Volleyball, archery,
Running under sunlit skies,
Laughing without pain.
But now my body breaks
-
Quietly, cruelly,
Deteriorating
While no one believes me.
They say I’m too young
To feel this old,
To ache so deep
That even dancing hurts.
I can’t dance anymore.
I was a ballerina.
A really good one.
I loved the rhythm,
The grace, the spin,
I dreamed of stages
And becoming something beautiful.
But now,
My body is rotting -
From the inside out.
I still dream,
But only in stillness

















