I feel the wind behind me as my feet finish the jump
I feel like a bird that has just experienced their first flight
I hear the echoes of my teacher as I focus on the combination
Remember to point your feet more
Keep your presence
Stick the landing
I stare at the mirror
The mirror stares back at meI see a short black haired girl in a sea of different animals
My eyes are smaller
My legs a bit shorter
I look around the room of other dancersNobody that looks like me
Maybe I could be the first
Thoughts swirl my mind like a lost symphony performed by an orchestra
We jump in unison as the music stops
The edges of my ballet shoes start to frey from wear
We reverence and say goodbye to our audience as we finish the rehearsal
My feet begging to move moreMy heart hungry for one more phrase of the music
My soul wanting to dance
