i found this and given the indescribable emotions plaguing my brain lately, i suppose it carries more meaning. it reminded me why i love dance...even the flaws...
after a recital:
the curtains close and from behind them
you hear the pitter-pattering feet
of the last of the crowd dispersing.
the hanging velvet brushes your fingertips
as you glide in between tutus and skirts,
a dance in itself.
off stage, you are encompassed in a swirling mass of familiar faces-
all reflecting your feeling of accomplishment.
the metallic sound of taps hitting the floor
startles you out of the world of flying bobby pins
and into the world of reality.
the once glorious get-up that you reveled in moments ago
becomes a straight jacket confining your soul.
you see everything in a different eye
now that you have left an environment
of blinding lights and blaring music.
you are once again just a name, just a number.
you slip off your armbands of oppression
and retrieve your mirror out of a sea of pink and tan in one fluid motion.
red lipstick and hooker blush disintegrate
beneath your tissue draped fingertips.
your hands now cradle your pseudo-self
and gazing into the mirror you recognize yourself
for the first time in days
and in a way, you are reborn.
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