• miss_lyra 6w

    Downfall of the Dancer

    Hairspray fills the room

    Is that one lost shoe?

    Fall off that box and you’re doomed

    I missed my part- oh, boo hoo


    We go over dances hour after hour

    There is no end in sight

    Turns fall, legs going weak

    Why don’t you take a break- I just might


    Costumes on

    Hair fixed

    four layers of lip balm

    I think I might be sick


    Show starts

    Lights hot

    What a work of art

    I’m about to go on, wait, STOP!


    What happens next I don’t know

    I remember a girl…

    What a blow

    Now my head's in a whirl


    Other dancers circle round

    Their faces all a blur

    I can not hear a sound

    Why couldn’t either of us swerve?


    The girl I collided with

    Is dancing back on stage

    There is no music

    I find her so brave


    I see her face now

    Tears streaming down her cheeks

    I can’t take my eyes off of her  

    Even as the gurney squeaks


    I wake up. It’s 2pm

    Where am I?

    I want my family

    I need to see them


    They tell me something’s wrong

    Already sensed that

    They say I’m stuck in the hospital

    Tell me. Why is that?


    Horrific concussion

    Broken hips broken heart

    Feet mangled

    I’m right back at start


    Physical therapy

    Replace my entire life

    Crazy hard stretches

    Is it really worth all the strife?


    I’m in a black room

    Only a single light to be seen

    Then it goes off

    I wake up with a scream


    That dream is back

    But no light is on

    Lost, in the dark

    Forever alone


    Advil becomes my leaning post

    I leaned too hard

    The post broke

    I’m definitely not the one to boast


    Walls are crumbling

    So am I

    Sleep engulfs me

    Just let me die


    I find the light

    I hear a voice

    ‘Come to me’ it says

    Doesn’t look like I have a choice


    So I was called to church

    A new kind of family

    A family who doesn’t care

    What I do or what I wear


    The coach says I’m healed

    For some reason I don’t believe him

    I won’t ever be the same

    I will never begin again


    My dream gone for good

    Where do I go next

    I have lost a piece of my puzzle

    I guess this is the real test
    ©miss_lyra