Cantata

Slipping her foot,
into soft pink leather,
she pulls the ribbons tight,
wrapping them around her ankle,
knotting the bow until its stiff,
and at last,
she is safe,
wrapped in a cocoon,
of cantata's from her soul.

With a glide she begins,
as she crosses the floor,
it is then,
that the world disappears,
and she becomes all that she once was,
all that she could ever want to be,
in a place of make believe,
spawned from the raptures of her heart.

The music fills her,
and they become one,
as she flows here and there,
releasing,
and she breaths,
no one can hurt her,
no one can leave,
she has on her amour,
her ballet shoes of light.

They are never ashamed,
to be seen at her side,
you see they wait for her,
to bring them to life,

And when her dance is done
and it is time to go
she lovingly caresses them
for they have saved her
once again, evermore...

Author Notes
I, I am a dancer, I have come home, let me in....

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